A Gift on Parchment
A poem on poetry
Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history. ~Plato
Last night a heavenly muse visited me, startling me there in the dark
She whispered softly quietly and directly into my heart,
“Wake up darling daughter the world is drifting into an unkind way
Heaven’s windows are open there is much for you to say.”
Kingdoms away I escaped reality and time for an endless eternity
She sat quietly beside me honing me into the dominion of fantasy
A realm bursting with make-believe as reverie stills fancy creativity
Compilations, imaginations, day-dreams in dazzling clarity
“Write these words tonight for tomorrow you will not see
Nor remember this splendid grandeur existing within thee.”
“Scouring your memory seeking words of wonderment
To invent awe-inspiring phrases out of majestic enchantments.”
“When morning comes this all fades as just a dream.
From heaven’s windows flows lofty visions original and supreme.”
