What flows?
What grows?
I feel myself sinking,
Drifting, into the land
Of ‘Nobody knows’.
Where are you green pastures,
And songs of the Spring?
The Hope for tomorrow
No longer they sing.
And fear comes in reeling
The film to its end
Cold is the snow
That numbs all the feeling
No pathway to healing,
A hopeless, long flow,
And no place to go.
There is no calmIs Art to beOur only Balm?
My faithful friendThe only one,I’ve ever had.I cry and smileWith you,Hand in handWe’ve traveledLife’s Land,And I am everGratefulFor your presenceAnd your lettingMe explore,Your Magic Land.That takes meTo the coreOf feelings,And helps meUnderstand.
Can in Poetry,Make, come about!The unfettered imagination,That with wild dreamsThey put together,The passions, the lovesThe emancipation,Liberty!Oh never closer to PoetryThan when writing,Now, present bowIn the inspired momentThat will never returnTo tell you, how.You are missingSo much!If you are fool enoughNot to drink in this,Fountain of pleasurableGlory,That only to LoveDoes bow, .And where feelingsLive free,To forever…
For peace and understanding,By love and creation,Making Beauty, its single Nation.
Just when you seeThe One you love,All cares and fearsMelt, disappear,The World is yours,When Love is near.The feel of LoveIs so complete,Nothing on earthCan then compete,Can even dare,To crush or stopThe life-long musicWay within,That sings with forceLove’s glorious, hymn.
And needs no more,Just feeling is enough,Understanding has a ceiling,Not so for feeling.
