A POET IS A DREAMER

~

A poet is a dreamer
Whose imagery does play
Can roam through endless eons past
Or far beyond today

Sensory voiced in words on page
Ah, complex this deep sense
Wisdom flows from soul to heart
Where there is no past tense

Yesterday connects with now
Now connects beyond
All in One and One in all
A perfect liaison

A voice from Entity so deep
Reveals to searching heart
Heart to mind and mind to page
Never to depart

There is a special place in mind
Where rhyme is stored away
Where memory pulls more easily
These words from day to day

Shakespeare's words led to deep thought
Did not pull back on rein
His poetic genius
In hearts and souls remain

Gibran nourished hungry soul
In Spirit his words flow
We read and we find comfort
We contemplate and know

Frost takes us into vast chilled woods
On snowy wintery day
Longfellow breathes song into air
And my soul kneels to pray

Yea, marvelously made are we
With special place in mind
To store poetic prophecy
Which lingers throughout Time.

Mary Kiker

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FROM WORDS OF KAHLIL GIBRAN, THE POET

The poet is link between this and the coming world. He is a pure spring
from which all thirsty souls may drink.

He is a tree watered by the River of Beauty, bearing fruit which the hungry heart craves;
he is a nightingale, soothing the depressed spirit with his beautiful melodies;
he is a white cloud appearing over the horizon, ascending and growing until it
fills the face of the sky; then it falls on the flowers in the Field of Life,
opening their petals to admit the Light.

He is a sower who sows the seeds of his heart in the prairies of affection,
and humanity reaps the harvest for her nourishment.

A poet is one whom the people ignore in this life, and who is recognized only after he bids
the earthly world farewell and returns to his arbor in heaven.

A poet asks naught of humanity but a smile.
A poet's spirit ascends and fills the firmament with beautiful sayings; yet the people deny
themselves his radiance.
Until when shall the people remain asleep? How long shall they ignore those who enable them to
see the beauty of their spirit and symbol of peace and love?
The poet is light of life, and has triumphed over the ages.

Poet, examine your crown of thorns; you will find concealed in it a budding wreath of laurel.

~~~~~~~

Laughter and joy are beautiful indeed, and so good for the soul; but perplexity is the beginning
of knowledge, and pain is an unseen and powerful hand that breaks the skin of the stone
in order to extract the pulp.

Know this and be wise.