Aug 2016
FOR SYDRIVERS
There is one Poet I have grown to Like so much
He's special in a million ways
I sit and look through my window pane
As the rain hits the pane.
Kissing and licking the earth,
His Poetry Sends me Lullabies of fantasies
His words calm and solemn
I admire his style
He's Vast and enormous
And So
I cling
Clinging to my window
Reading his poems
As I write mine and send it into the air
As it trails everywhere
And finds him
Finds him in a City
Called
Hello Poetry
In that City
Too many poets abound
Intertwining
Frolicking
Perusing
Meandering
And as I walked along the street
Of the City of Hello Poetry
I met a Stranger
And Will always read his poems
For between his poems
There is a space
A space devoid of questions, but just solace
And here I am again
Sending this into the air
Ad it trails the city of hello poetry
To a place where no one else could be
But
SydRivers
This is for Sydrivers,
My Hello Poetry Friend
There is one Poet I have grown to Like so much
He's special in a million ways
I sit and look through my window pane
As the rain hits the pane.
Kissing and licking the earth,
His Poetry Sends me Lullabies of fantasies
His words calm and solemn
I admire his style
He's Vast and enormous
And So
I cling
Clinging to my window
Reading his poems
As I write mine and send it into the air
As it trails everywhere
And finds him
Finds him in a City
Called
Hello Poetry
In that City
Too many poets abound
Intertwining
Frolicking
Perusing
Meandering
And as I walked along the street
Of the City of Hello Poetry
I met a Stranger
And Will always read his poems
For between his poems
There is a space
A space devoid of questions, but just solace
And here I am again
Sending this into the air
Ad it trails the city of hello poetry
To a place where no one else could be
But
SydRivers
This is for Sydrivers,
My Hello Poetry Friend
For Sydrivers
