And my breath a mingling of fire and light,
Fire that melts the heart and breeds each keen sensation.
Then overflows my spirit with knowledge and insight,
And light that turns darkness luminous and clothes the bare with radiance.
In fear I trial courage and boldness, learning how to be when life has need of me. My dreams are my imagination, born with me, taught me to laugh and weep, opened philosophy's gate—I learned to weep with consolation's smile upon my lips.
And poetry is the warmth that flows through me, making you love life and feel existence grand.
Is the whisper of my heart and shadow of my feeling.
Is my soul's colloquy when with white wings it soars through boundless worlds to grant eternity's secrets—I feel a heart larger than existence, had existence heart become.
I bleed it from my heart to give the world when the world needs life's warmth; it flows in drops upon the page as words, each word more than meaning, each meaning a tale distilled from ore of thought, overflowing mercy and peace upon creation.
When the heart melts, blood drops fall;
Warmth of soul pours forth—my dreams tell their tale, and life responds in echo!
Here dreams return to my breast as music, and to existence—an echo!
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