Counterpoint to Reality
From reedy fen to shadowed glen,
the timeless winds of change
sift the assembled fates of all,
and dull life kind rambles on
unaware of the mystic dawn
hearing not the whispered call
within their all too human range
so poets scribe it with their pens
Magic is unexplained but still so real
and oft accepted as a right it seems
missing the wonder all about
and so losing a gift most dear
reality sunders imagination I fear
and man’s imaginings takes rout
oh sad to lose the magic of dreams
a mind with science a soul can’t heal
Counterpoint to Reality
Fabulous poem, Johnn!