I Was Away From The Poems

I was away from the Poems I could not hear them within myself - There were many sounds Many different kinds of words And speakers and ranters and shouters And all kinds of false music also And even beautiful music and prayer- But there were no poems I could hear no poems And within myself suddenly there came such ‘longing’ And such ‘anxiety’- ‘Where is the Poem? And where can I possibly be if there is none? And how can I find it again? ’ And all I needed I thought was some long long long silence Some being alone and away Some forever waiting to hear Some listening to the true voice And then somehow somehow the Poems would come again – And here here here it is now The poem Quiet and sure and happy and light and singing As if it were the one music God wanted me to hear And repeat always as if it truly were mine and yours Dear imagined reader, Alone.