What is poetry some have asked <br />how is it made and how to grasp <br />the perfect expression of that which lasts. <br /> <br />This is not the language of debate <br />nor the words of wisdom spoke <br />by sages of dim and distant regions <br />when questioned by the rulers <br />of once great and ancient kingdoms. <br /> <br />This is the language that weaves and flows <br />from the heart and seeks to find <br />that ethereal essence of all mankind <br />this is the language that no one knows <br />the language that neither fades nor grows. <br /> <br />It fills imagination full <br />and speaks with words by which its filled <br />it speaks to the wise just as it speaks to fools <br />it speaks to all of that which is <br />and being that is always true. <br /> <br />Only the stars can hold its sound <br />only the moon can make it round <br />and only the earth can make it bound. <br /> <br />What sound is that by which its filled <br />that sound of stars in darkness <br />that sound that lights the heavens' vastness. <br /> <br />It is your sound <br />which lies in every heart <br />and finds completeness <br />beyond the dark <br />it is the sound of a trillion suns <br />it is sound from which they come.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-you-write-poetry-don-t-say-anything/
