I find a heart that sings eternal song, inspiring dance from sore and stumbling feet: a beacon which has never steered me wrong.
In days I felt that life strung me along a greater Spirit surely found it meet I'd find a heart that sings eternal song.
How fortunate to have a faithful throng of friends whose voices never lie or cheat; a beacon which has never steered me wrong.
Music leads and leaves a path so strong my soul is stirred to marching to its beat. I find a heart that sings eternal song.
Inspiration strikes me like a gong, the ringing out which time cannot defeat; a beacon which has never steered me wrong.
The fresh, green spring of life returns among your words by turns so rough, so true, so sweet. I find a heart that sings eternal song; a beacon which has never steered me wrong.
To those who believe that free or blank verse is the only true expression of poetry: To write concisely, simply, and meaningfully in formal poetry is one of the finest challenges of our craft and art. Don't knock it until you've tried it.