Dreams of a Poet-a poem by Vincent Moore

The air is soft as yesteryear upon

my cracked and aged face where day

is wearing late and dusk was so fine

The brazen Raven haunts me with his

feathered black inviting wing soaring on

the darkest wind while perched

under darkened moon

Listen to the wind it whispers to me

half the world is on the wind of change

so if all we know of Heaven is it’s inviting

gate then all we need not know is Hell’s departure

where the good bad and the worst meet resigned

beneath the raging darkened skies

Love in the winds shout my love for thee

for the wild ride of the night whilst I laugh

aloud for love of you and beneath my feet

lay Highland heather abounding from

hothoused dew falling and rejoicing

in the stinging windy gales of thrills

Leaping from star to star until I see it’s face

the wind in all it’s opulence splendour

I will sit in my proud tower

in my town awaiting death

While swelling tide tells the wind to tame

or die yet heave them to and fro like drunken

seagulls fly at will over the blanket

of stormy seas

The journey of my soul listens to the wind

of change while I sat up watching the rising sun

and words fall far below swimming upon

the devil’s lake of stench and sulphuric flame

I welcome the wind it’s sweet sound and

feel upon my soul let it wisp me from my place

and take me like a feather floats and glides along

the path to it’s eventual destination to a poet’s desk

under guided hand to ink his last day and song

of Heaven‘s praise and meet

his maker down below eternal Hell