Prospero's Speech

There are times when the mood comes on me.  A mood of Melancholy, or a mood of awarness, I do not know.
Whalt Whitman was said to have a Cosmic Awarness.  There are moments, times, when I feel this, how the awarness almost becomes overwhelming and I see.  It is the time of poetry.

When blind men see
And deaf men hear
The voice will fly
On wings of wind

Oh, let the dead living
Flesh become enlivened
With the quikening of spirit
To make glorious
Our possibility

Drive these vehicles
Of muscle, bone and sinew
Into the mountains of
Realization

There the shadows
Of the living dead
Dress in animate gowns
And admonish those
Who dance with the finality of fate

We are alive and as
Substantial as the present
And these whisps of possibility
That will be the future

The dead who see
Who hear
Who speak
Stare back at us from
The silver backed mirror
And say

When blind men see
And deaf men hear
The voice will fly
On wings of wind

M.E. Eadie