Poetry

emotion bubble over my brim and feed my lips with music
with music that can gild every slip of light with life
let me fly with the chariot of fire that flows unseen
through every single living thing and with quiet sighs
sings forever.

Philosophy lap through my blood like a fire
and feed my mind the honeyed dew of thought
burn truth upon my empty page and make it shout
make it shout that here there is a heart that cares
though answers run from my grasping soul
and mock me.

Then let me sleep in a new and wearied rest
that comes from life lived as if it were too short
and let my words not haunt me while I slumber
but fly to other hearts and sing to other minds
and live their own exstatic exuberant lives
within the sight of love.