Diane Hine - Poetry lyrics

A poem's words are particles in flight Dispersed as waves across my mental space Interpreted by individual rite I can but guess at both their pace and place. To pin them down may sacrifice the drift To let them fly may foil their depth of spike Their fluid form provides a soothing gift I mould them to my own capricious like. But oft' I feel my path has run askew As misalign is add to misalign From idiosyncratic poet's view Decision then to push on or resign. But if I'm held in maze by poet's art By doggedness I swear I'll reach it's heart.