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)
I watch life float by like a dragonfly riding the breeze. I need to seize the current like a brick of gold, soar ever upward, above the swamps, and dead lilies. Transcendent light blinds temporarily, but it's necessary for new sight, and stronger wings.
I've finally come undone the whole crazy orchestra plays frenzied on the sun. I stare hard to see them in the blinding light of noon finally seeing truth.