The poets arrive
Through the windows of life
Dancing on words
And surfing the light
While fragments of dust
Escape into night

Can you hear the whispers
Of the world outside?
Feel the breeze of the wind
As you drift with the tide

Magic at midnight
Is close at hand
As words of wisdom
Now transcend

The soul has power
The mind its' muse
Belief or blasphemy
Which will you choose?

August 21, 2013