Within the landscape of the mind
In solitude the poet walks alone
Composing with the language of the soul
Creating images, inspiring thoughts
Bright and dark colours of human life.
Questions on how, why and when
Death, love, joy, misery, all senses revealed
Searching for truth walking the purple storms
Taking the blows turning the other cheek
Looking at the stars and seeing God.
Making beauty which touches other souls
Memories sweet and bold, lovers not forgot
Time and space no barrier to the questing mind
Grief and loss given words to let tears flow
The poet fulfils his role for the brotherhood of man.
Colin Ian Jeffery
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