It allures me with its
Seemingly infinite amounts
Of knowledge.
So much has been said before
But so little of that knowledge remains.
Oh, the written word remains
But he feelings, meanings
Have long since
Left the page.
Plenty,
Are the pages of poems.
Plenty,
Are the words of men.
But feelings have
Long since been forgotten.
Words are just words
Without them.
The men of the past
Allure me,
With the words, with the knowledge
That led them.
I seek, I need
What they know.
I seek for that knowledge,
To flow through my pen.
I read and read
Works of those men.
I seek to see
What they saw.
But words are just words
Without the feeling.
The knowledge lost
With those men.
If time travel were possible,
The answers I would see.
To questions I have not yet conceived,
Answers to educate me.
But alas�
It is not.
I educate myself
With words
I do not understand
With feelings, meanings
I cannot comprehend.
Richard