Poem About Poetry - An Eastern Ballad

i long to be an eastern poet to write about the Great wall wean stories from every tearstained stone that still echoes the cries of those missing homes, wives and children walk its length to measure the cold and forlorn monolith borne from the heart of stones of Shih piled high over hills and mountains i long to be an eastern poet to write about the legion of gods and goddesses in the nook and corner on the pantheons of the the temples of india those alluring and well endowed gods and goddesses who stole from heavens to teach about salvation senseless senses, seeds of bondage this world a dungeon of pain, a realm nobody should come back to except the gods to help man metamophosise from a bundle of senses to om consciousness, nirvana i would love to meet Moses to talk about the Almighty God his little brush with death and Salvation on the swift Nile that still oozes with the tears of mom who lost only son to the Pharoah's princess the river that gave him his name his lovelorn days in the gardens of the Palace and the parting of the Red Sea that drew a line between the people of God and the Idols and whether he fell in love with what he saw there (the gardens) a world away from the madness of the world and the secrets he culled from the Highest One about life, death, heavens and hell that help us wade through the sea of ignorance to enlightenment I would love to live with the tribes, wild men of the South seas, learn about their hungry gods and sacrifices perhaps then i could tell good from evil, the gods from the devils and the truth from the lies or perhaps live a life free from the One up there recognising man's unreadiness, unworthiness for him yet take and love people from that corner of the heart that we all possess, starting from the Almighty's simplest lesson a real eastern ballad i long to sing to the world inspired by An Eastern Ballad I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak. I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild.