To The Readers of Poems

No value rises from even perfect words

Without the heart to feel them

What time should be rendered clearly

In the black stanza’s permanence

If no other eyes would see it

Words are mighty in themselves

But the pen caresses paper like the lover

Who is ever faithful and accepting

For the sacred chance to give

In all feeling, all experience

Truth as it is able, light as it can radiate,

It is the reader that gives the words meaning

The link that makes the chain of thought, word, and creation

Circle full around and fill with magic

To live eternal on the page