Inspiration, a Tribute to The Source. A Poem by Adron.

Inspiration, A Tribute To The Source.

Beneath the stars
I count my losses.
Tomorrow is another day
That I will not again
Conquer my world,
Yet,
My blade is ready
For twilight combat.
I do not look
For a sunny dawn
But walk the dark
As a watchman
To guard the words
Which whisper hope
To a time where
Dreams are
Like mausoleums
Filled with art-
Sad tombs crowded with
The cries of pain and hope,
Spoken with voices
Of dead masters.
My inspiration,
Is not found in catalogs,
Or warehouses;
Not inventoried, or
Digitally filed;
I find it in
My God, who is
Creator of the
Infinite new
Of each day.


(c) A.E. Dozat 11/12/14