POETIC ADVICE

Your exorcist of words comes forth
To give this life a timeless birth,
The bounds of time your pen to stint,
A maze, an amber labyrinth.

And alter of the finest gold
Cannot surpass your passion's throw,
The ocean with its timeless bounds
Cries out to you, "come, make your rounds.

"Physician, heal thyself of time,
Bring forth your fruits of heady wine,
Love not with limits ill-defined,
Keep sacred Art, your blessed shrine."