When I am as Drunk as Rumi

My poetry will change

when I am as drunk

as Rumi, 
blazing the night skies,

with his friends

chariots ablaze!

The great vastness,

filled

with their writing

are tales in flight,

long before inked
onto my paper.

My mind soars

out to greet them,

as they pass

rich honey songs

through the night stars,

of my dreams

that curl around

this heart

until the sharing.

From where else

would these thoughts arise?

I've journeyed afar

and know,

this place

is not the storehouse.

Poet Story  Red Eagles Flight  2011

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