We traveled long and forgot
Why poetry was invented.
It is a prayer,
It is a sacrifice,
It is purification.

It was invented to attract rain
Or the manifestation of God,
Or to steal advice
In the unpromising gloomy morning.

It is a miracle,
Magical sound,
It is a cure,
And a balm.

Dejan Stojanovic

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-within-a-song/