So many words looking for a home
or just a page to rest upon
or a rhyme to complete or a poem
that they can call home
as they look forward to the beauty
of the next moment or the next hour
and as they sink roots
into the present
their strength grows
as they think about
tomorrow.

Sometimes the world is just
too loud for these ears
that sometimes hear words
that don't need to be said
and stories that don't
need to be told
along with lies that others
thought that they
could hide.

Some things  aren't meant
to be heard and upon hearing
these things it sometimes
makes me wish
that I was deaf to
the world.

I would
rather give up
hearing those sweet
sounds like those
that lovers make
in the pre-dawn hours
of the night than
to be assaulted
by things that I never
wanted to hear.

As the world goes by
I stand before it
smiling and loving because
I have laid naked and bared my soul
and quenched my dreams
and lost my pride
beside so many
while deep inside
always true.

Again I rise out of the ashes
ready to face the world again
enslaved by poetry
and reading endless poems
and writing happy ever afters
about true love
and the one.

When I am done
I am brought back to the real world
of disappointments and cheaters
but know that if I seek
not outside that I will find
that heaven is within.

This time I found love
and my own heaven
that is here to stay
and that is all that
I need to say.

Know the value of love
and don't be tormented
by things out of your control
and know that people
will forget what you said
and forget what you did
but will never forget
how you made
them feel.
                                             Jon  York       2013