Poetry...

Poetry, yours is a hidden message
Of love, life and mystery
Hidden under any sort of visage.
You speak of truth, you speak of lies,
You know exactly what this mask hides.

You seem to know everything
Whether you do or not,
You speak to my soul, you pull at my heart strings.
Poetry, you are the tool of the ages,
The billboard of the sages.

Poetry, so many great men have fallen to your spell.
You weave hope into their battle worn bodies
You speak of the maidens they know so well.
Through your melody, you hypnotise,
Through your rhythm you revitalise.

You bring women to tears,
You make their hearts soar
You protect them from the thing each one fears.
You bring joy, you bring laughter,
You show them things they'll remember ever after.

Poetry, you are the voice of feelings,
You are the song of lovers
The melody, the tune always so lilting.
You are the whisper of rage,
The release from our cage.

Poetry. Poetry.

You shall endure the sands of time.

Curious