The Poet's Ode

Oh,
Where is that poet's ode?
Burning, burning in my soul -
Stolen words replace the hearth
Warm and friendly, break and stir.
Grabbing onto what's
Not there,
Understanding naught what's bare.
Wishing to break free,
Be bold -
Sieze and hold this poet's ode.
Oh,
Where are the bard's sweet words?
Muse without
And bursting for'd.
Locked within and lost without,
Looking empty,
Draining down.
Oh,
Where is that mournful glow?
Disappeared and held below...

5-10-09
9:28 A.M.