We Poets 3 Poem by DM W

We poets are menders of broken words.
In a hardened age, our hearts are light as birds.
Our presence can melt frozen metal deceits.
We can see beyond the crass counterfeit.
We monitor things.We shed a ray of light
On shadowy realms.We highlight the signs
And the symbols that others don't perceive,
Because they're too entangled in life's dream
Like procession. We are needed now more
Than ever, in a world that's closed Love's doors.