- The poets dance 'round <br />the flower of words they've found <br />while the jesters joke <br />with the common folk, <br />and wonder, where it's all bound - <br />- Who would possibly know <br />when it all could go <br />like fog on a pond <br />and magic in a wand, <br />the dark of night fades with the roosters crow - <br />- Words are just a little gift <br />meant to lift <br />merely hitching brief rides <br />closer to where Mystery resides, <br />as poetically life goes on... bit-by-bit.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetic-3/
