To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night (Gibran)
I hear a faint cry, a diminishing shrill
I search high and low, tracing the sound
Intoxicating angst, a nebulous overfill
Of ruinous shambles erupts my ground
My feet unsure my heart slept, no guard
But wait! A voice now growing strong
As light reveals and bathes these bitter scars
A healing balm of grace—no more alone
Dversepoets.com Take a fragment from a mystic poet and incorporate the words into a poem or use as an epigraph to introduce your poem. For an extra challenge write your poem in one of the octave forms. I chose Gibran’s line as an epigrah and a Canzonetta octave form. Ab ab cd cD.
Not sure its all correct.