My Embrace With Poetry's Spell Poem by Bill Cantrell

There are times when it seems,
All words have come to their end
Repetition has exhausted them
As they search out a resting place,
It seems all graves have been taken
Has poetry come to her end?
Never may that be the case,
For she has embraced me with a toxic kiss
She is an everlasting maiden,
Fancied by all flesh
She is a virgin to the one looking for a first love
Her eyes are an endless void,
With room for an eternity of new hopes
Her heart is a bed turned down,
For an intimate seizure breaching all resistance
Having held her, I cannot move on to another
With each encounter she sharpens my perspectives,
That I should carve out the pleasure of my choice
Between the two red margins
I am escorted to majestic cliffs of clarity
She calls to the moon,
"Lower your gates oh battered orb!
Release your spell on the spinning blue,
Grant us access to your other side,
Back and forth, please carry us through"
Here, she has hidden her poetry!
For under the light of the most distant stars,
She has penned her fears without influence from flesh
Yet, she is compelled to share to the extent of her discretion,
For no woman can keep silent,
Especially under the spell of love
She reveals her confidential matters!
It was with her finger,
She released my lips from silence
And now I carry the burden of knowing her weaknesses,
For she confided in me
She is well aware of those claiming to be her children,
Using her name as a kite tail to stabilize their fraudulent pursuits!
Let them fly, she says with a smile!
And yet, in her compassion, she endures their indulgences
In all of this,
I have come to find,
There is no end to poetry!
For even though all things might have been said,
And every song has embraced the differing chord arrangements,
Of the same tune,
Time has recalibrated's the given moment,
According to the emotions at hand
And a new uniqueness unfolds
And here is where I betray an oath!
For though my lips were touched,
I must reveal,
I am compelled to return,
For I swore to forsake her,
Yet she makes everything fresh,
As a sunset with the usual suspects of colors,
She rearranges them according to our moods
And she bonds with each one on a personal level
She promised me, " I will carry you to a special place of your own,
A perch where you can shine as a star with your own color"
In humility I agreed on one condition,
That love would be my rhythm and meter and rhyme,
Or I would leave her for music,
She smiled and whispered in my ear,
We are one and the same,
If you leave me for her,
You leave her for me
It was then when I fell in love,
For love is knowing the flame behind the fire,
Or fires in this case