The dead poet rises instinctively

to speak verse, free of mind

let the heart & soul do the talking

while society remains incognizant

un entranced by the eternal beauty

of the Earths sweet marrow.



Fall amongst the Autumn leaves

to procure the streams malignancy

for Winter is well on it's way

to isolate us from the tradition

of rising with the sun at dawn

and sleeping with the precious stars

that guide us gently through our dreams.