Dreams of a Poet
Destination to a poet’s desk …
The air is soft as yesteryear upon my
‘cracked and aged face where day is
wearing late and dusk was so fine
The brazen Raven haunts me with his
feathered black inviting wing soaring
on the darkest wind while perched
under darkened moon.
Listen to the wind it whispers to me
half the world is on the wind of change
so if all we know of Heaven is its
inviting gate then all we need not
know is Hell’s departure where the good
bad and the worst meet resigned
beneath the raging darkened skies
Love in the winds shout my love for
thee for the wild ride of the night whilst
I laugh aloud for love of you and
beneath my feet lay Highland heather
abounding from hot housed dew
falling and rejoicing in the stinging
windy gales of thrills.
Leaping from star to star until I see
it’s face the wind in all its opulence
splendor I will sit in my proud
tower in my town awaiting death
While swelling tide tells the wind
to tame or die yet heave them to and
fro like drunken seagulls fly at will
over the blanket of stormy seas
The journey of my soul listens to the
wind of change while I sat up watching
the rising sun and words fall far below
swimming upon the devil’s lake of
stench and Sulphur flame.
I welcome the wind it’s sweet sound
and feel upon my soul let it wisp me
from my place and take me like a
feather floats and glides along the
path to its eventual destination to a
poet’s desk under guided hand to
ink his last day and song of Heaven’s
praise and meet his maker down below.
© Copyright by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved
He was born and raised in Montreal Canada among the Irish, Brits, Italians and French. Point St Charles (commonly called The Point) was the Hell’s kitchen of Montreal. He played, cried, laughed and fought on the street corners, survival was an instinct and watching each others back important. Vincent left home at 17 to find his way in the world, failure and success he had plenty of. He studied the Arts and loved to draw and paint. Took acting lessons and envied those on the stage under the bright lights and hoped to some day become an actor, writer, playwright or painter. Vincent welcomes you to his world of mystery, fantasy and solitude. You can find a few of his writings in one of 3 books he's published.In Absinthia- In Melancholia and In Passionata.
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Some really original phrasing and imagery Vincent, so well structured and penned my friend. You are so fluent and the sentiments always hart-warming. Kudos.
Thank you Tony, I have always striven to be as visual as I possibly can in my work. I am moved and inspired by so much in this life, although of late my work has suffered, I feel at times that I have reached the bottom of the barrel and my ink is drying up. The spirit has left me, I pray for it’s return and movement once more in my soul. Peace my brother poet.
Nicely penned and a pleasure to read. Well done, Vincent.
Thank you for reading and commenting Phyllis. Cheers