The ode

For the day has arrived, the final sound
Never to speak, never to be heard
Again and again forever remains unsound

I promise my words, my life in poetic form
Death smiles, in the absence of life they mourn
Deeper expressions from the blackest of storm

Patterns, signs, symbols of a poetic call
Our sky in reverse upon us they fall
Written words, reptiles crawl, my words, my soul

Follow in sequence, like the moon, the stars, the sun
They speak the eloquent words beneath my skin
And Then creative thoughts rise from a abstract sin