That force that came in search of me,
From the city streets and from the sea,
From heated passion and raging fires,
From solemn melodies and melted lyres.
It came into my house, my frozen palace.
It slipped through the guards, the hallway past.
It took me prisoner with its own silent words.
It flavored my breath with its exotic herbs.
It threw me into the ocean and set me adrift.
It hovered over me then gave me a lift.
It dug into my heart with its gilded shovels.
It dragged me thru’ stately mansions and hovels.
It took life and hung it over my rusty eyes.
That I may see the silent words of the wise.
It dressed up the rhetoric in flamboyant suits,
And marched it in front with drums and flutes.
It swirled with the tempest and played roulette.
It climbed in my dream and brought the sunset.
It broke into my house in the name of poetry,
That power that came and left me be,
As my feet were implanted in the ground therein,
My heart broke loose and danced with the wind.