Poems. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Poems are the grace on the face of lovers,
The forgiveness in the hands of pardoners,
The softness in the eyes of true believers,
The goodness in the hearts of worshippers.

Poems trek the paths of lonely wanderers,
Spy the gaze of the nightly star watchers,
Chant the spirit of ancient fearful warriors,
Hunt the gait of ever cheerful dancers.

Poems are the Poet's hind mind whispers
That irrigate life's veins with music so sweet
No human soul, nor bird, nor tree, nor river
Can live without, ignore or resist.

Poems tell of tales of greatness and littleness,
Of cowardice, malice, peace and menace.
Victory, defeat, deceit, conceit, contempt,
Glory, fury, hate, distaste, anger, content.

Poems speak to the hearts and souls of men
Be they kings, beggars, knights, diggers
Rich or poor, Jew or gentile, white or Moor
And so on and so forth and evermore!