The Poet

Sweet monologue in darkest void

And nothingness made overjoyed

As careful chosen words described

The swirling hues of hidden skies

The violets, golds, and brilliant whites

And there, a single point of light

The prologue to what soon would be

A stanza of eternity

A simple stone then lent its ear

And words were spoken loud and clear

So life, in its collective name

Could rise around loquacious frames

One day, my heart was made complete

To join the world's cadential beat

And by much grace I came to see

This Poet's words were shared with me

And though I have no power alone

I find it in the love I'm shown

My gift: to write of swirling hues

And hint at who has written you