Solitary Soul

A simple solitary soul
Searching for power
Higher. All the snows
Of mountains quested
Could never quench a
Fire of a whole heart
filled up with so much
Desire. The messenger
of the gods sells not to a
Buyer The rhythm and
Rhyme of a poets pen so
Sublime, I find it hard
To write without it
From scribes to a bard
Our words shout it
Only time will tell what
You shall think about it
I know you think it is forced
While I believe it flows through
Can reason ever be divorced
From harmony that is true?