RedRavenPoems

Inspiration comes from the stars

It alights upon ones brow.

It filled with passion, words of wisdom

A need to share one avows.

But the world rarely listens

To those who this gift is given.

A fringe on the fridge of society

A pariah if you so please.

The odd ones out, they are called

If they are noticed.

The ones to avoid like they hold a plague

If seen at all.

They are the dreamers, the wisdom seekers

Those who awen gives blessings.

Tale spinners, song makers, poets and artists at heart.

This world seeks to tear them down. Rip them apart.

The light that fills them they cannot bare

For it lays to rest their greedy cares

Forces them to think, to ponder within

To wake up in the end.

Wake up. Wake up. They say.

From this dream, come now, and play.