A Poet Loves a Poet

A Poet Loves a Poet A poet loves a poet, for there is a common bond A ring of words strung round the moon and stars, and far beyond A thread that wraps around us all and forms a lyric wreath A mutual ethereal twine of friendship underneath A poet loves a poet for we’re speaking soul to soul To pour the contents of life’s cup, the single common goal Whatever in our lives has touched the tender inner parts Is what is written into verses by our gentle hearts A poet loves a poet and we recognize the best The ones who's verses have survived classic ageless test But we also recognize the beauty from a word sincere That flows from pen to paper as a glad or painful tear A poet loves a poet, for we have a common seed That blooms within our gardens and our bestows a common need It’s the beauty of the written word that opens to the sun It’s the pleasure of a velvet rose on paper when we’re done A poet loves a poet, for our phrases are entwined In the wreath of written verses, though to one another blind Yet we gather in a poet’s den, a place where we can share The passion in our poetry with other spirits there Our flowers all will reappear from out the spring time sod A poet loves a poet, and all poets loved by God Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 09:09 PM PST   0 • 8