Born Mystic Poem by Barry Middleton

I've seen the soul where rivers hide,
and heard the stolid mountainside.

The rocks and rivers spoke to me
of mystic mind's infinity.

I'm sure you think a child can't know
horizon, sea, and afterglow.

But I must tell you, you are wrong,
though some refuse to hear the song.

I've seen it once or maybe twice,
a child who took his own advice.

Yes I was born the mystic one,
and I could see beyond the sun.

And later on, within my child,
I saw it in his wistful smile.

We both saw souls where rivers hide,
heard whispers on the mountainside,

and rocks and rivers spoke to us,
of how to love, and who to trust.