In the travels, of my dreams comes, a profound, speech. Musical in power, as the words spoken gives, me insight. I feel the rushed crispness, as my pen began to flow, purposely. Hear my words and compose, with clearness of mind, for I am here. Fear not for man has no hold, nor power, to put out the flame, of truth. Yes, my dear poet, the language of the universe, is in you, so write with joy. Knowing your day, to shine is here, for the words you write, will free many.