Poetry by Welkin Siskin

What’s true if our words are mere thoughts
And what could reaffirm our vows
If we shall go without stain, without blots.
If our heart swings as boughs
To never let us get the gist
To never let us unclench fist 
To broaden the horizon,
To never let us our feeblest imagination shun,
And to let us imagine great
To let our imaginations indicate
The universe around us,
For we know our imagination is not a fuss. 


@ Welkin Siskin