The Sound of Now

Catch you with stories you hope won’t end,

And drown you as he desires,

That’s what a poet is born to do,

Fan his flame ‘til it expires.

For he knows the gift he has to give,

To himself and to the world,

The chance to step outside themselves,

And feel their sails unfurled,

Filled by tales of battles won,

Victory trapped in verse,

Or of sadness, pain, and suffering,

Humanities shared curse,

Reminders that living is done each day,

In moments that flit by,

Where future, past and present align,

Giving off the self-same cry,

A sound that cuts right through our bones,

And leaves us floating in the air,

Binding and freeing all at once,

It holds us completely there,

Thrown into life and away from ourselves,

Lost in the breath and light that surrounds.

Though our ears never work and we’re and mostly deaf,

We know what is life and long for that sound.