Poetry

Poetry has been good to me

An outlet for all my rantings and ravings

A method for taking the soot and the ashes

And forming them into a beautiful pottery

Then baked and made golden in the sunlight

Poetry has been sunshine in the midst of the darkness

A beauty and a treasure never quite apprehended

A yearning for more of the more

A chalice filled with the best of wines

Only taken one slow sip at a time

You have been a friend, a companion

A counselor, and full of rebuke

But also full of compassion and emotion

Feeling and rage

Have always accompanied my travels on page

I am so glad to have met you

I am so glad to have known you

All these years we have meandered through

In reds and greens and blacks and blues

Yet still some days I am speechless

I must go on, I must regress

To the place where dreams come nigh

So with a song, a dance, a release, a sigh

I walk on to the radiant fog

Grateful to live in this mystery

But never alone