I long for a world
where there’s passion for poetry,
that shimmering, ephemeral ghost
that sometimes still lingers
at the edge of our lives
in rap or lyrical song.
I long for a song
that brings harmony to our world,
knitting the fabric of our lives,
joined by a common thread of poetry
into love, and peace that lingers,
a breathless hope that shivers like a ghost .
Hope, that lofty, misty ghost
that haunts our prose, haunts our song.
Its pleading whisper lingers
just enough to tempt our world
to believe that sweet poetry
has the power to change our lives.
If audacity of hope can change our lives
then hope is more than a shimmering ghost.
Hope is the crowning prince of poetry,
elevated to lofty heights in song,
a ground swell of harmony, sweet world-
in our ears that sweet chorus lingers.
In our hearts the sweet song lingers
in the very fabric of our lives,
rousing a joyful chorus ’round the world.
Hope is no longer a haunting ghost,
but a herald of hope, a victory song,
an ode of homage to the power of poetry.
I long for sweet poetry
strumming hearts with hope that lingers,
a jubilant melody of song,
a rousing chorus of changed lives
begun in a whisper of poetry, a ghost
of whispers heard ’round the world.
We sing the song of poetry
when the chorus of the world lingers
in our lives, when it’s more than a misty ghost.