Words

Erato whispered in Man’s ears poetic words that he could hear; they are ancient as Greece itself which became Man’s only real wealth. Aeschylus heard her wordy waves that sparked his tragedian plays. Her soft words waft Man’s atmosphere producing a William Shakespeare. Today her words still ride the wind murmur in the ears that listen by few of the plurality who pen or type their poetry. Her words have yet to reach my ears I’ll write in silence I can hear.