The words beyond the poetry are here
Just put your hand upon my sacred heart
Let’s feel the pulse of magic we revere
Let’s listen to the sounds beyond the art
Beyond the art is more than simple noise
Beyond the art the artist begs your leave
To share the reverent hope the world destroys
To share what fills that cracks of cracked reprieve
The words beyond the poetry are gone
Before the pulse of magic leaves to beg
Before we find the colors of the dawn
And tack them down with some semantic peg
The words may be the pegs we find to use
The words beyond the poetry we choose.