a wordless poetry has me hypnotized in its wake
unmistakable, unmatchable,
with my heart to take
across the New Spring's bridges
the rivers of Imagination's reality
and cream-capped mountain ridges

a psychedelic orgasm of sound has me captivated
by its euphoric texture
in the ethereal fabric of endless time
and the fantazmic Rhyme
in everyday life

it is the nymph hidden within a flame
the forerunner to a poet's fame
the Heart, too wild to tame

it's in the rhythm of a single breath
the joy of the waking sun
of a day newly begun

it is the wordless poetry,
the language of every Soul.