Whispers Of Stratford.....William Shakespeare............ Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD

Where Avon's calm waters run,
beneath the moon's delicate silver radiance,
at one point, a quill danced, whispering deeply,
via spheres of love, where hearts can cry.
Both joyous and sombre dreams
were given voice by William, son of Stratford's....
With ink-stained palms, the world lifted off.
To gloomy shadows, to brightness in the morning.
You have eternal words that kiss the years,
make us laugh, and make us cry.
O Hamlet, your doubt is so acute, so deep,
the spirit of a royal on holy ground.
Ariel's cunning allowed us to see the stars
during the tempest's gale on Prospero's island.
Your lines provided much-needed comfort from
Othello's sorrow to Juliet's sigh.
You are nothing more than a flame,
William, burning through centuries without changing.
A modest man with an enormous reach,
A modest man with a wide-ranging outlook,
Hope's dream, the voice of love.
Your words resist the hold of pain,
even if time may wither stone and leaf.
Because every heart contains your name,
and lives resound within your pages.
The Eternal Bard, day and night,
Your facts will endure in all languages.
Forever youthful, forever wise is a mirror
held to life's own stage.
Dear,
years after dear I was born
and I visited your house,
visited your grave
it consoles my heart, mind, and soul,
we embrace together, which I feel,
beyond the stars and time,
a pure blending to eternity
beyond the ado of the polluted world...