nobody reads poetry
only me, or so it seems
solemnly I'm sowing dreams
in columns, reaching over eaves

for I've new peaks to reach
a few more deep breaths to breathe
so that even in duress i keep well kempt
and form steadfast beliefs

easy path foregoing
i am soldiering past the average unknown
it's hard to reach ones soul
beneath the depths of the
stacked up stress we hold

so with all laid out and so boldly released
all told, withholding no secret unseens
plainly, i seek only gold in a stream
of consciousness, sifting through
thoughts for a dream

some inkling of a twinkling light
a time-space continuum conceptualized
that eye widening mental nugget defined
like the precious metals we steadily mine

for that raw ore when forged
forms the ornaments you see
displayed on a bland page
so shiny and clean

a tiny charm to remind us of our
ark of timeless art
so the heart we feel deprived of
arrives to gulp from the fountain
that founded life's spark.