Word Wisdom.
Poets like me at times hitch
a slow ride
on some passing ideal where
behind screens
another reality exists hiding
behind the norm.
glowing in an authentic light
with shadowy guides
waiting word-wisdom to share.
Dreamland begins
where castles of moonstone
fly starry sign-posts,
naught can shade eager eyes
from mystic wonder
of unseen potential when roads
paved with words appear
between waking and sleeping.
Nostalgic sighs
become agelessly scented with
faith, dissolving fears
and mending bent fingers ideas
take wing steering
waves of letters to blank pages
filling lined spaces
to throw seemly enlightenment
to curious minds.
Mood rides high
as untied linguistic phrases free
pens to delight reading
eyes in seeing imaged horizons
or captured alive
the draw of nature or the crying
sad rhymes release
whenever a poetic Muse inclines
ears toward writers.