I am an artisan of words <br />Which I sculpt, chisel and fashion the way I can <br />I am a creator of worlds; <br />I pour my emotion into the poems I write. <br />I breathe life into them, blow them skywards <br />And finish them only when they sound right. <br /> <br />These remnants of thought without reason <br />Will remain on pages season after season <br />Long after I'm gone; when my task is done <br />The love, the longing, the pain <br />Will be evoked then by somebody else <br />Who in turn will remember and write again <br />To create another slow soft song <br />That people can read and draw into their hearts <br />Then pillowed by words, cushioned by dreams <br />My poems will ride high the moonbeams. <br /> <br />copyright: Rani Turton 2005<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/artisan-of-words/
