Poem Epic, Epic Voice (Poem)

From ear to heart
Swear I've always listened to the beating
Like a drum on an early morning
Rising high on a mountaintop

Soliloquy without words
Speaking several languages across the oceans.

I have soared through Jupiter's rings
And shouted the apex of the epic narrative
For here, on the tops of these trees of life,
We have poem and song
And we recognize no difference
Between the two.

-D.