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!