Poem

Towards hidden dreams reality going,
Deep beneath hell's gate flowing.
Bind the soul, bind the sky,
Pure flight and the question "Why?"
The cost of a missing heart's true sorrow,
Power not enough to fill the hollow.
Stolen life, shimmering and splendid,
Bottled and used however unintended.
Glittering song etched in sand,
Deep and old and ground contraband.
The world on an island, more money in a stone,
Power and life and a heart all alone.
The power of the written word in book dear to the heart,
Brings life and death and a chance to restart.