Struck

Something struck me today
The power
Power and love and
          Saddness and guilt
          And elation
Of poetry.

It lives in me more now
I bask in its glow whether
       Or not that glow is
       Bright.
Because what these
        Words
Do for, to, with me
      Is immesurable.

I adore words (not
      Mine of course) but
      These letters forming
      Stanzas forming poems
        Lets my heart free;
I sail on the wind made of ink.