…of time

We are the poets, the keepers of time
the ones who will not let it slip away
for in our verses, in our rhymes we hold eternity in sway
poetry comes to us from the tears of the lonely moon
when she is at her lowest, languishing in the sky
spinning moonbeams and moonbows in her desolation
an inspiration to the dark
like the stars, she carries the cries of lost souls
as they drift up from the depths of the sea
as we poets, eternal beings beyond mortal beliefs
have offered up our very souls
we take our readers to the brink of death then back to life again
our words living on even when we are gone
as angels, our wings are always outstretched
soaring upon the wind
for we bring beauty to a world that desperately needs it
verse after verse after verse
our artistry at times dark or melancholy
but always read between the lines
to find the beauty woven through
that can only be found by you
© Ann Bagnall