as the face slowly begins to fade
the poet ever constant remains
weeding his remarkably sharp writer's
blade
even as his hardly touched talent
his troubled mind pains
the curing is in his words
it calms that heartlessly hounding beast
named Vision
and aids him in his long lonely journey
into the darkest unknown
and for his meager offerings
he is given little choice let alone
room for undoubted decision
as he but for his words knows that
through his love the true beauty of the
purest part of one's soul can he closely
come to clone
in essence
this writer truly does believe that is
the very heart of man
'His Hidden Spirit's Poetry'..............
(April 29, 1994 am)