To want that poetry in my mouth
To feel it slip from my lips
And into the air
As a wisp of vapor
Poetry in my Mouth

connecting with one’s soul, and through that, all that is

To want that poetry in my mouth
To feel it slip from my lips
And into the air
As a wisp of vapor

Beaming orb of day
Climbing the trunks of the trees
Illuminating the dawning gold
With its heavenwards ascent