At times I have forgot
The true splendor of poetry
That rides upon a crystal sea
And sings a silent melody,
It grips with potent mastery
The heart itself has wrought

I fear I have dismissed
Its sonorous and blissful call
That cries from unassuming scrawl
Its magic to engage, enthrall
May cause a soul to rise or fall
As it is gently kissed

– s. Clark