Supreme Apparition

Supreme Apparition

As I was thinking, safe under my tree,
Emotional feelings dancing warmly inside of me,
With this I don’t know what forbidding me to shine,
After waiting a while I saw him who knows why, like a ghost,
He whose mind shaped and gave birth to mine,
Appeared in front of me, or seemed to I should say,
His flaming specter outshining this long summer day,
And granted me with what my heart and spirit lacked the most,
“I, Dante, God of all poets, raise my bright inked hand,
And draw for you the path on which every man should stand,”
My joyful tears flowing fiercely out of their caves,
I finally took his hand and stepped out of my grave.