I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
my life is your life it was never mine. omission of submission leaves no way out. what's an offer of forgiveness to a promise of betrayal? a lost shepherd leading the blind. under a loaded sky someone sang "there is a light and it never goes out" a marvellous truth that has taken my heart. there is light somewhere but not in my eyes. heaven can wait. the gods will have to delight in themselves a little longer.