O pain of the poem where are you now <br />To inspire, to conjure my words of passion <br />Emotions so bare, so preciously full <br />To flood out the lines that stirs the soul <br /> <br />As the poet they say doth need the pain <br />To utter his soul on paper plain <br />My soul longs for You and is quenched it’s thirst <br />Even the pangs of a love aloof make not my passions burst <br /> <br />For how do you stir and cry and bear your sigh <br />Abundantly abandoned giving all to the feel <br />The heartaches and passions that stir the mind <br />Giving expression existence of life in some kind <br />When the art of existence, the Maker thereof <br />Captures and keeps your souls’ crevices nigh <br />To the Source of all purpose and achings <br />Lifted up and cherished on high <br /> <br />I think back to times turbulent <br />When the cry of my heart roamed out free <br />Hovering abound with the speed of light <br />Crossing landscapes and pastures dark and light <br />Over meadows and mountains and oceans of might <br />Heaths of dusk and dark rocky planes <br />And pulsing red fervent landscapes of love <br /> <br />Seeking uncaught to that place of a meaning <br />A searching force compulsively bound <br /> <br />I lie here now looking out beyond <br />My heart a still, an ebbing of soft humming sound <br /> <br />All fears and passions and achings caught <br />My soul in the grip of tenderly Source <br />All knowing, all being <br />Eternally sought <br /> <br /> <br />(2005-11-20)<br /><br />The Light and the darkness<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soaring-light-2/
