Another World

  

By Hank Edson

If from birth to hear music, one were transported:
Another world; if from life, from the conception
One were surrounded in melody
As the only expression;
If music hung in the air, like notes of oxygen,
Their breath to mean survival?

If until death even in your soul you could never
Speak no, read no, hear no evil
But only paint only one image,
One thousand words for all;
If your humanity sat perched upon an easel,
You would inspire.

If in time your dance should lose its sense of balance,
Effortlessly you may float in the magnitudes higher
Over life, through the heavens
Of creation's desire;
If you unburden your thoughts of time's tightwire:
Oh, Angelic Vision!

    

Copyright © Hank Edson 2008