I Heard The Voice

I heard the voice in the wood as a child I heard it clearly it rang in the waters of my creek it whispered in the leaves of the trees it leaped into the silence of dreaming the voice constantly sang to me it carried me from the cruel street where innocent blood was spilled in homage to the shame of the past it carried me into the endless universe and as the child sees hermits are incubated innocence retreats the rational reaction to insanity is a different type of insanity a flight of the imagination into the stars where god lives beyond the silence where love grows a garden in wilderness there the voice spoke and there the voice was heard it told me I must find my rhythm it told me I must find my way my path from hell into salvation the dreamer seeks peace the child may sense a true path yet may lose his way the desire came before poetry something inside screamed for expression the dreams were hard to hold they came like the tears of the wood like the silent grief of the garden where psalms began I was there alone in the infinity of universe I found my voice the constant melody of stardust was made manifest in humanity the voice was a song the words of gods of mercy the cycle of moons poetry filled the silence of the wood it flowed in the waters it was present in the darkest pond it was in the memory of a tree's rings it was within a child's desire poetry was the boy becoming a man it was the tears of grief it was the memory of love it was in the wish for peace it was the final return to the stars rest comes in rhythms peace is the rhyme scheme of time a child's dream is law