A poet is a poet,
no matter how much time has gone by
without writing the words from the souls of our eyes
A poet is a poet,
don't mind if the cat got my tongue
because my mind still holds beauty
even when the tiresome day is done

I placed my hope between the wings of honey bees
To watch them fly away with it
My dreams, upon stars glittering in the velvet beyond
They've long since fallen
Thoughts of life,
given to butterflies, only to poison them
Voice, placed in a crows mouth
Only a caw
Any beauty in my possession
went to the gargoyles, they needed it more
My heart, I so gently laid upon the flower petals
Then winter came
My Love,
I climbed the mighty oak,
And placed it in the leaves
To watch it fall, leaf by leaf,
turning to dust
in the cold~A

.                        Thin as a rake
                         No food intake
                      Endless heartache
                        I won't partake,
                     More time does slip
                         Life on a drip,
                      Alone in my head
                       Confined to a bed,
                    
                      My time is passing
                    Unwaivering fasting
                       Mother is crying
                       Body atrophying,

         To my family lying,
                                 That all will be ok.

Though this body will not see the sunrise of another day.

Kissed by the sun,
caressed by the wind.

I am walking
on dew
with
my bare feet.

My bare feet
and
my naked soul
keep on smiling
having
yet another
day
to
enjoy.

I'm looking at
the night sky above.

*Do I still know your heart?