Too often the day-to-day responsibilities and meaningless entrapments of this world encapsulate our attention and direct us away from the life-enriching inspiration that should forever feed our souls.
Pound on every door you’ve closed in front of you till the wild is with you again.
Till the Wild is With Me Again
“The Soul of man is the candle of God.”
I search the night-woodlands for a moon-flower;
A beauty that blooms in quiet light:
Peace of silence, a bouquet of romance
Whose fragrance guides me through the looking-glass
Into the Excalibur of Dreams,
To pull the sword from my heart,
Which the living of this world has
Buried so deep…
Why is it so hard to hear
The poets of love,
When love is all I seek?
Why is time so full of unfortunate duties,
While my essence starves to death
For the promise of soulful nourishment?
Why do I keep me from Me?
I should run through the world crying…
I should scale the labyrinth to find freedom…
I should pound on every door
I’ve closed in front of me
Till the Wild is with me again…
Copyright 25 October 2003 by Diane M. Maietta. All Rights Reserved.
Self-described as a free-spirit of courage, love, and compassion, Diane Maietta was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and raised in the neighboring small town of Apollo, PA. She has received a citation from the Pennsylvania State House of Representatives in honor of her poetic voice and is listed in Marquis’ Who’s Who in the East, 24th Edition. You may find her artwork at her website: https://diane-maietta.pixels.com/ and her Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/dianemaietta/