A Glimmer in My Eyes
How I may quote a million poets
And find within their words,
Something rare or something enchanting,
Or something rarely ever heard.
But no cherished words are ever meant only for whispers,
No beautiful lines are meant for only sport,
But when bridged together are intended to be lasting,
And glancing ever forward.
How I may prize a million voices,
Echoing one in thought,
Worthy of their acclaim,
By the wisdom which they’ve taught.
In life, there is no room for beauty to be discarded,
To be put out on the street,
To be abandoned because of fear of virtue,
Or unconquered because of sleep.
How I may behold a glimmer,
A glimmer in my eyes,
That of which writing was to stand for,
And what ideals were meant to shine.
But yet how I may quiver,
At the notion of the thought,
That good words may not sustain attention,
Yet from attention, they were brought.