Great days are to come
And so I run to them,
And I draw things from
My own abdomen
Flow rivers
Literary live givers,
Such things as send shivers
Down the spines of men,
Because my words shine and then
Enter minds for when
Present times unwind the most kind,
Who find themselves crossing lines,
But hidden in their minds, hidden in their hearts,
The words of light, the words of peace, the words of art,
The words that this poet decided to impart,
Miracle words giving dead things a new start.
