Echoes roll like mist
Faint stirrings of my heart
How to share these feelings
Or change the things that part
Courage fled so long ago
Self confidence a lie
The hammer blows of life
Made hope curl up and die
And yet within your eyes
Can I truly see a seed
Healing in your bosom
And in the words you bleed
I write in cryptic verse
Revealed like finest wine
In every word and stanza
Your radiant beauty shines
Praying needful prayers
I tell my poets tale
The quest to paint your beauty
And how I ever fail
But more than that my love
I clip my feeble wings
Afraid to say I love you
For all that it might bring...
dusty roads and mountain springs
and every now and then a lass
who validates the time you pass…
Sounds like in your world that lass would be you
I can't pity the poet, I don't think he his poor in anyway,
he writes his life in words that no one can steal,
his words are born and bring life, the poet is a creator,
no I can't force myself to believe in it or else I'll too fade and crack into self pity.