Poetic Arteries

It's not a restless mind Pouring out the waters of poetry It is a barren world That prays for the truth It's the silence within That pours nothingness Into the vase of life It's the heart of Love That scribbles sweetness Into the fabric of existence It's the beacon of hope That creates the poet's message It's the emptiness That opens the river of passion It's the sorrow That holds the mirror closer It's the joy That removes the hideous scars of life It's the sunshine That illuminates the poem It's the moonlight That hides the nakedness of time It's the Love That inhabits the well of life ©