Words in flight: A poem 

The bright shine on my page of vivid words 

is like a circular wind that lofts birds 

I think, I have the answers to the trivia of the world 

that paradise can be regained from where it was hurled 

I take the page, fold it and put it in my pocket 

somewhere close to my soul like a locket 

Inspiration is not comatose when ideals sing 

even if fortune does not any fame bring 

The words of my life are potent like a released coil 

And their substance bathes me in lubricating oil 

These bones like stones don’t wear, flesh not flaccid 

The fire in my veins make my blood a regal acid 

Patience with endurance and time, no time for regrets 

My convictions live faithfully with me like endearing pets 

I free the words from the cellar of my mind, through the cat flap 

and they whizz around the stadium of my spirit in a victory lap