Prose

The songs and the stories of childhood

Made me who I am today

And if I could thank you, then I would

For lighting the path that I take

Expression committed to page gave-

Your numinous prose

The verse and the line, the depths of your mind

Slowly composed

For you at the time

But the meaning implied spoke to my soul

And taught me to hope, to love and to hold on

A powerful message of justice

Or an eloquent verse for just one

Through them, I came to know what love is

To find courage when I had none

But who would've showed me how without

Your numinous prose

The verse and the line, the depths of your mind

Slowly composed

For you at the time

But the meaning implied spoke to my soul

And taught me to hope, to love and to hold on

Your numinous prose

The verse and the line, the depths of your mind

Slowly composed

For you at the time

But the meaning implied spoke to my soul

And taught me to hope, to love and to hold-

Your luminous, numinous, numerous beautiful moments

Inscribed all your rage, your lust and your pain

The words that you wrote

You spilled on the page, the works that you made

Found me waiting

The stories you told by stanza and note