The poem

The blank face stares at me defiant
It's words still left unspoken
It's words still non-compliant
It's rhythm all but broken
The Eagle soars, the gull does cry
the thrush chirrups in cryptic sound
And all of them speak not as I
No spark there to be found
Perhaps they knew, but did withhold
What knowledge I there sought
But they did fear, that if I told
I would not stand in thought
And from their place they looked at me
As silence filled the sky
Wondering, a human could thus be
Silent, as was I
And amidst the quiet dome of blue
Beneath no sun nor moon
I gave power, to my voice true
And whispered, a humble tune
No ecstasy, nor pain, nor spite
No imprisonment, nor freeing
A music came, not false nor right,
of profound human being
The blank space filled up in time
On it's words I feel my stare
And all these words melt into rhyme
And I am happy there.