Oh Poet!
Yes you! You sitting there!
With your colourful eyes and exact length of hair,
With your shimmering words that float in my mind,
Thoughts of your darkness and love in kind,
Your magnificent power to play with my soul,
Your god given gift to make others feel whole,
I love you, I beg you to pick up your pens,
To spin me a tale of what, where and when,
To teach me a feeling, reach into my heart,
To pluck at the strings and show me your art,
For in times of solace that I'm sure that we share,
I delve into my mind and your poem is there.