i saw an angel in my castle of imagination
i had the temptations to have a conversation
but she was floating far in a strange world
full of fascination
i had this determination to get her
after she caused love in my heart to stir
she is what poetically i would refer to
as a morning star

i had nothing just my pen and a sheet of paper
because word scribbling is my nature
a misty cloud of vapor barred my hand
from touching her pepper hued hair
how i dreamed having sweet ecstasy
if only my reality eclipsed to fantasy

stripped off my intoxicated sanity
so i could confine my poetry in the fabrics
of the society
or else i will be labelled explicitely
because of the profanity
falling in love with my mentality
was an exercise of vanity
my humanity was convinced
writing creativity was the key of tearing apart
the thin wall of insanity and love