And me - I know my destiny,
I heard it whispered soft,
A revelation in the mind,
On Love's light borne aloft.
The mind - astound - had queried it,
And asked out once again,
Is it true, that say you,
I write with Shakespeare's pen?
I went with words, went with wits,
To conjure wanton worlds,
Alight for the truth cross my mind writ,
Peace, at last, in my inner child.