Myriad

I dream of poetry.
Pictures painted in words of gold.
Simile falls into metaphor,
Warmth in an ocean of cold.

Rejoice now you blissful poet,
With your words suck the marrow.
Show me the bright beautiful day,
The shining night of tomorrow.

Gentle soul, merry muse;
Your song enlivens my hollow heart.
A verse to keep my spirit lively.
A dirge to tear my soul apart.