Living inside each of us
Is a greater poet, than are we
In our minds, with such visions
We cannot educe, for our eyes to see
In our heads, their grandiose thoughts
Are those, we could never speak
Wondrous dreams with miraculous ideals
Which mere mortals, would never seek
Such passion and emotions
That our hearts, dare never feel
And so remain, unexpressed, imagined
Or, could they all be real
BOEMS BY JA 571