Saturday, April 19, 2008
Photo Copyright JO Janoski 2008
We stand as one singing in hues of gold
surrounded by a forest dark and deep.
Through our souls eternal words shall be told
Utterances, both you and I shall weep.
Observances of life in ringing chimes.
Emotions speaking, no hesitation.
Dreams dodging nightmares, chronicling our times.
Life in full blast, unknown destination.
We poets live to touch immortal skies,
twirling, swirling in an unknown abyss.
We hear his soul sob when a dear one dies
and sing the joys of unknowable bliss.
We are mere instruments, both you and I.
For poets have no idea why they cry.
Copyright 2008 JO Janoski