These verses cannot fell the gates, nor bring the mighty down,
But if you listen very closely, you’ll hear their subtle sounds,
Caressing your ears, with the fingers of thought,
Like the strokes of a lover, in the darkness sought,
Moving within you, ’till you strain tward my voice,
Like a dancer on the sand, with a wild rejoice,
And I will catch you as you fall into my pages’ embrace,
Wiping the tears from your upturned face.