COMMITTED

I have listened to the thunder
of night's silence.
From it whisper words that
only the listener can hear.
So I listen...
Perhaps not as often as I once did,
or as often as I'd like to,
but I do listen.

I listen to the silent shatter of
blind brightness.
From the darkness escapes
the light of creativity.
So I see...

Perhaps not as good as I once did,
or as good as I'd like to,
but I do see.

I see the quiet quality of angelic
awareness.
From it rises the need that only
the poet might see.
So I feel...

Perhaps not as much as I once did,
Or as much as I'd like to,
But I do feel.

I feel the pressing passion of
silken sin.
From it touches the emotion that only
the insane might feel.

Yes - I have listened to the
Shattering silence, seen
the angelic awareness, and
felt the silken sin.
Am I insane?
Should I be committed?
Am I a poet?
I believe I am...committed.