to live as they write
to live and write
as the poets
my eyes moisten
and quiver within that perception
it is not here
in this fettered form
these suggestive bonds
these incessant and feeble fantasies
they stumble over one another
not unlike the liars
who profess faith
only to cover their bias
oh! to be robed with the stars of night
from the silver heights of simplicity
to glimpse at the glittering
everywhere bright
light rises across my eye
like live sparks
a distant rivalling of Paradise
there I see surfacing
among the fiery images
that time is illusory
these truths stay with me in my dream
dreams molded by the poetry I love