O Shakespeare!

O Shakespeare! Where gone is the poetry?
Those words which call mine eyes to open
and my heart to throb with emotion?
Where gone is the meter which pulls us
deeper into every night and day and makes us sing?
O Shakespeare! Knight to my day and moon in my sky
where gone is the rhyme which pulls from these eyes
rivers wept from such deep trenches of pure
human experience?
O Shakespeare! Come to me in my dreams and teach me
how to make such poetry loved by so many like me.
Centuries and more of adoration of your words!
Give me your gift and your strength for I am yours
to speak through! Let me be your long quieted voice and
I will sing your meter with such a passion that you,
O Shakespeare, will be made proud.