Where Do Poets Go? Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Where do poets go
When their hearts overflow
And earth can’t cool the coals
Of hot poetic souls?

In that fevered time
when blades of grass
Pour out their secrets much too fast
The feeble hand pales
At thrills so soon revealed.

Eyes can’t contain, restrain
Still set in caves of flesh
Veins too narrow for that surge
At so much love revealed.

Covered caves and crusts of bread
Shadows of an older time
When those castles built of words
Soar too high beyond the walls.

People, places, common ways
Move along in timeworn days
But where can the poets go
Spirit lifting them away?

There can only be one place
When the time has not yet come
When the Master calls him home
And his words and pen are stilled.

Surely there must be a place
In a space that few can know
Where land gently meets the sky
Though it seems so far away.

That must be where thru all time
Poets who can only rhyme
Without eating, robe or sleep
Only live on words they keep.

Where a rainbow touches ground
And horizon goes around
That is where they all must meet
Poets whom earth's ways can't keep.