With deep inhale of breath I write
pulsating with the power of my soul.
Hidden emotions surface like undertow
grabbing my pen to write across page.

When I smile my words tickle senses
giving showing a window to reader.

When my heart is heavy
my words are bound to page like rock
giving reader a chance for insight
into an experience that can haunt.

When stars come out to play,
my field of poetic jargon
comes to life ready to feed
every breath into phases.

And with a sigh of an exhale
that catches the wind to dissipate
I sit release the prose
from deep in soul eyes are ready
to catch a glance to drift in a poets mind