Poetry

They have been singing
Since Time was seen breaking the ice
Since the winds set the forests on flames
Since the sun charmed the buds to blossom
Since the moon fascinated the mortal men
Since the stars from the up often came below  
Since the infinite space gazed at the glorious earth
With his rainbow smile and thrilled laughter
And bestowed possessions to enrich their souls
Relieving their pain and obsession
When their lips twitched to tune their passion
Before they could believe in the world
Of letters but they engraved
On the enduring hearts of all
The undying beauty and smiled at
Death’s powerlessness
Over poesy’s singing pulse.

Your powers, Time, decompose things
To dust yet, the valleys resound with their songs
And the walls of vision vibrate in unison 
They leave bequeathing a treasure
To be loved by those living.

You are immortal poesy!
You do not struggle for life,
The emotional universals stay alive
In every chime, in any clime.