Flight Of Inspiration Poem by Vincent Feliciano

A poem is not a destination
But a picture of the journey,
A morsel left behind
To find your way back
Or see where you're from.

A poem is a peek, a window,
A mere shimmer of the sun,
Or a glint of the eye
A ray of hope, the silver lining in the sky.

A poem may be either the shadow of darkness,
A stroke of anger
Or even a heavy sigh.

Poems are life when life is not free
They are for my mind's eye
When midnight strikes
As the cold outside cripples me.

It is the destiny of words always in flight
Like an albatross seeing the world
From boundless height.

Poems will always come to me
Like a call to arms
Ready to resist my darkest hour
Or shed light on my meekest flower.