The poet

I have fallen for the poet’s dream     
                       

And his soul for me will always seem

As a touch of light on the dark side of the moon

My heart hopes to meet his very soon.

He has healed my poisoned soul with fire

And replaced all sorrows with desire

Took my hand as night became our fortress

Kissed my heart and left my past speechless.

I was charmed by the breath of the magic

So far, my life has been a little tragic.

Now, I’ve been conquered by the poet’s mystery

As he was tagging with eternal bliss his poetry.

In dreams he holds with care my fragile hand

I wish the time would not elapse like sand

The moon protects us with it’s guardian spirit

The wind carries our words and I can feel it.

He steals my kiss in silence and places it near his heart

He promised that in dreams we’ll never grow apart

As night surrenders to the sun he is prepared to leave

But not before he says goodbye and asks me to believe.

“Believe in life” he whispers and sends a smile to me

“Don’t cry for little things, and happiness you’ll see,

Will come to save your heart from misery and pain

Tomorrow we shall meet in our dream again.”