Bardery Poem by Gabrielle Ciarann Roniyah Baer

1)
What is it we do
With words,
With images,
With sounds?

What is it we share
With poems,
With tales
With trust?

What is it we weave
With letters,
With lines,
With hearts?

What is it we live
With sobs,
With laughter,
With songs,
As once the Blind Bard wrote:
'I sing of gray-eyed Athene'?

It is only our lives,
It is only our world,
It is only our loves,
It is only our hearts.

Be wary, indeed, then,
That you tread softly,
That you construe charily,
That you speak truly,
That you grant these singers their due.

It is only our selves,
It is only our souls,
It is only our life's blood,
It is only our way through.
It is our only way through.

(written in December,2000)