What fires burn in this feverish mind!
And from the ashes spring ardent words,
Like the phoenix rising up to heaven
Leading flocks of diaphanous birds
Mimicking tides, my thoughts ebb and flow,
Ceaselessly, as those of the ocean,
Like one possessed, I surrender control,
Writing down every whim and notion
Fear and bravura hold grim parley
Over this coveted assignment,
First pondered by some remote entity,
Then passed on to me for refinement
Panic takes hold..... will my words endure
When inspiration's light fades to dark?
And those embers that Death has extinguished,
Surely, proof must remain of their spark!
My words cannot be held prisoners
In a box meant for mortal remains,
But rather, these poems I lovingly pen,
Must soar alongside heavenly strains
Dare I hope these words be remembered
Infinitely, as our God must be,
Bringing comfort and joy to burdened hearts,
Like a prayer recited faithfully
But as this long day comes to a close,
Morbid thoughts bring a portent of dread,
When Death's frost extinguishes these fires,
What mute verses will remain unsaid?
Your poems shall be read for sure Touching deep many readers' soul Thy gems your heart joy still allure Feeling live praises as blazing coal.
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Only one comment on this poem so far and no votes? Outrageous! This poem is a gem and is going on my favorites list. A ten from me.