The Immortal Poet

To communicate the true

To take the piece's of one's experience

And put them together a new

A sculpter of idea's

Diging his clay from the ground

Of all that he percieves

In the here and now

As his inner world turn's

Orbiting the one divine sun

Warming his heart and urging him on

To speak what has never been spokin

To find meaning

To seek out that which has been true enough

To survive the storm of lie's

That has been raging for millienia

This alone will be his foundation

And lifetime after lifetime

He will labour away

Brick by brick

Night and day

And all that's left is a story untold

Behold

A palace that reaches

To the heaven's and beyond

I sit on my throne

For i am the poet

And this is my home

By Liam Herdman