They say it’s always best to listen in silence When you have a moment and in need of solitude. But last night I dreamt of poetry It has come calling, knocking on my dome Thunderously Whispering in my ears Even though at times It’s hard to understand it’s language Even though at times It drives me so (bleeping ) insane Voices ,voices everywhere At times The only way to make it stop is to fade-away Because At times it can be blinding Like looking directly into the sun At times it can be unbearable Like having your heart broken Into a million pieces At times it can be dazing Like having your head submerged Underwater and your whole world As you know it, Suddenly disappear Like you’re swimming inside the clouds A drift of forever lost moments But whether I try avoid looking , Or refuse to listen to it’s voices My desire to seek the secret of the Stars My desire to kick wide open the Sky to see what awaits Has my eyes darting My mind racing Heart beating Ink cravings Smiles and Frowns Gracing my face As if poetry wants to give me Another reason To leap forward Another reason For another Edmund black ambiance Another reason To dance once more And another reason To gifting myself for something Greater than myself A reason for a purpose To share my love of words To enlighten, to illuminate and to touch the infinite Even when at times Nothing else exists So whether I love it or hate it I’m always honored to obliged!