If I were to you
what you are to me
what could we be
could it be true
would it seem real
if we were a team
what some call a dream
maybe lessen the ordeal
I've called on my friends
and heard from good men
so many lessons I've learned
yet what have I earned
gained understanding
made personal amends
so what to take away
from all of this
to keep in the front of my mind
...
poor poetry has become what I know
less and less it seems to help grow
so soon again I must look back
make sure to understand
what I claim to understand
I see stars in my mind
so distant
so beautiful
shimmering brightly on a blank canvas
gone in the bright light
and back in the black
to relate what I mean
to something I know
when stars reach the sky
and show their true beauty
you reach for the dream
and see that its too far
so back to the ground, the earth you must sit
and know that this beauty
must not have been meant
not for your hands, not in your arms
but simply for eyes to give blessing
and then when you least expect
a star will shoot across the sky
lighting up the darkest night
falling to earth, alit and aflame
these I must seek
go far and head wide
and when I discover the place where its landed
then I can settle for what I have found
an angel I seek, in ink I will keep
forever till time has called in my life
till then I will travel to the ends of this earth
so I know what it is that I love the most
...
Most Beautiful Star In My Starry Night
Let Me See Where You Intend To Be
Shimmer With Might
I Will Keep You In Sight
....
poetry it seems has escaped me
my means for expression
turns into digression
I have no prose
no path
no purpose
in writing these words
My only hope
is my words will grow
and learn to write
what it is that I know
and what it is that I dont
...
enough