Some poems have a vast interior; <br />a deep, wild, impenetrable up-country, <br />traversed as in some dream <br />so long, no-one can say <br />how long; before <br />they meet the shore of love, <br />merge into that sparkling sea <br />from which, humanity; <br /> <br />how far has that so wild-eyed poet walked <br />to find the sea?<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-poems-have-a-vast-interior/
