Now Poetry Is Me Singing

Now poetry is me singing,
Melodies I knew not before;
Clear skies they are in bringing,
And widening space for more.

My longings are in my thinking,
And hoping to have for sure;
Pegasus wine I am drinking,
It's essential of poesy core

I didn't know how to tell this,
But then came inspiration to me;
Like a gift from an Apollo kiss,
My harp gave me colors to see.

For first I thought it a mere wish,
For I was just a mortal to be;
But then it retuned again to this,
With Pegasus as strong and free.

Now poetry is me singing,
With sweetest adornment amour;
My harp with words I'm stringing,
To lay down and rest all war.