There's a voice deep inside me,
that still tries to get out
No matter my mission,
it screams and it shouts
Its call is then loudest,
on those darkest of nights
When my mind seeks new refuge,
from this Seraph's delight
I toss and I turn,
but it speaks louder still
As its words start to burn,
from new vision distilled
No barter or denial,
will turn back its call
The Muse is on fire,
—my pen can no longer stall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2015)
Scintillating poem, I am mesmerized by the elegance of this profound poem. Thanks for sharing, Kurt.5 Stars full on Top!
You are on a roll poetically. Let them flow out of your psyche. Good poem, lovely rhymes
When my mind seeks new refuge, from this Seraph's delight I toss and I turn, but it speaks louder still You are a mystic listening to the inner voice. tony
When my mind seeks new refuge, from this Seraph's delight I toss and I turn, but it speaks louder still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's the way it is sometimes. Our muse keeps insisting until we have to write something. Very well expressed. Congrats on having it chosen as poem of the day!