Words Poem by Albert Ahearn

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.