if you were a poem,
you would be a poem about a plane
grounded,,
wanting to be in the sky,
wishing, waiting, willing
knowing
that someday you'll be flying high
and if I were a poem
i would be a poem about a bird
drifting,,
dreaming of the land
wishing, waiting, willing
wary
and unsure of where I stand
but you are not a poem
and to be honest, neither am I
for I am just a poet
but someday
we will fly**
((and even though, we are not the same
my emotions drift like sand
i find my peace close to you
my heart safe within your hand))