A Poem, - Yet Un-Struck!

Comes night at last, with her sweet familiar peace
...Further, further into the silence walk, - walk on
To the place where in stillness waits, - whole worlds of words
Where beauty hides with her fragrant veil, - in the virgin earth
Far from all hurried eyes, lie her veins of purest ore
Where one with peaceful pen may find, - rare wonders waiting
'Neath crusts of leaves, and loves, and noble deeds
A poem, - yet un-struck!

Copyright 2007
Stan Simons/ASCAP