Malicious thoughts upon a page
bringing hurt along with rage
From words that speak of nothing fine
to tear down houses made of rhyme
The point of a period or the dot of an I
specific grammar that will glisten an eye
To look at diction instead of the thought
to drown the meaning mechanically taught
I walk the isles where words flow deep
tasting the meaning of the ages we keep
Remembering the eyes that cried a tear
of the touching words that were meant to endear
Or to listen to the world of descriptive nature
painting a picture of Earth's curvature
And riding the waves of opening reason
the flows on all waters in every season
Perfect words from a mind within
never seeking rhyme but reason so thin
And as the days of dreams come at last
the verse of Humanity has changed its cast.