VERSE VOICE

They wait for me, these words gallant –
They poise in shadowed wings –
Intent upon the Prompter’s cue
When, like a dawn, they spring

Upon the stage of cognizance
With lines they know by heart –
With me as audience of awe
Recording drama’s art.

If language is the priest of truth
And poetry the seer –
Expression is the opera
That draws the curtain clear.

(9 September 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)