Poet's Eyes
By 1stpoet
Poet’s Eyes I look upon myself from what I see in the words I write. Forty years under the belt And memories, feelings, that fill volumes. Darkness of death creeps in the distance Like wolves without eyes, it has not found me but the scent, faint, it searches Causing me to react in earnest Knowing words can touch burn, chill, and entrance, I write Etching with fire to the page in hopes to reach and touch those I can’t see To venture in thought to the world that I have only had dreams of I know the universe is small compared to the expanse of my mind I see you through a gaze as I scribe in madrigal form hoping to blend us together as verse and rhyme weave Can a poet’s eyes truly see? Does time, and life increase the clarity Will we blend, communion taken as my words enter you. William Dawes Nov. 2000 Copyright Written November 2nd, 2000 © on Jan 05 2002 11:32 AM PST 0 • 12
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