For A Moment I Had The Word Poem by Peter S. Quinn

For a moment I had the word,
But that was just dust of time;
I was sending messages to souls,
But they were just sand corns.
I've been swallowed by the air,
Of all the world forgetfulness;
Like the dust that flies in the wind,
So my spirit has dimmed to the stars.
Every moment is just a breath,
Or a shadow from the rays of the sun;
For a moment I had the word,
Like the flickering light of a candle.
I was gathering around me the stories,
Of the old folklore times;
When there was life in those gray stones,
And the whispering wind had its sayings.
In the moonlight and after dark hours,
And there was mystic in the shadows by the river;
And the callings were the spirits of the past,
For a moment I had the word
(...old folk tales live among the stars) .