Every poet has a reason
Poetry he crafts
Healing in the hearts prison.

Every poet has a reason
Carefully he colours
His souls grey canvas.

Every poet has a reason
In his minds Infiniti
He sees every season.

Every poet has a reason
His hopes are his ink
Shattered on a paper

Every poet has a reason
Burdens he pens
That can't be told*

Every poet has reason
For Beauty of poetry
Is what he admires

Offer your words
At the altar of poetry
See the words blossom
Into fragrant flowers
Aroma of the soul
In the poems

You eclipsed me like my moons,
In melted darkness I lie.
Suns gave away sheer,
My  lights gold you stole,
In Satined darkness,
your eclipse holds.

You eclipsed me like my moons,
Silver love you shined.
Cold whispers on curtains lingered,
Dusk you bring unto my eyes,
Here you eclipse,
in silence I sigh!

You eclipsed me like my moons,
I smell lilies bloom on my sheets.
Lifting the eclipse you,
You rise to leave,
Promising new suns you would,
again set in my eyes....

You eclipsed me like my moons*....