The Flame of the Poet's Soul

I've touched the flame of the poet's soul and felt the burning of wondrous wonder it dances in my mind a brighter glow where treasured words are there to plunder Forgive my sin of being a dreamer whose lost in the realm of forever land where stars are candles lit on another world and waterfalls pour on planets of barren sand Where imagination stirs vibrant colors to paint rainbows that circle the Earth where a flame burns all the crumbled paper and the ink that flows starts a new birth Words can take me to the sun and moon to see the shadow of my soul and walk in meadows and forest-green lost in time...without control I awaken to a lane draped in roses after passing all the petals that fall the color of my passion bleeds red I've entered the poet's sacred hall I found the flame that was burning there I'm standing all alone I touched the flame of the poet's soul where imagination and I are home