You have touched my heart through your mind.
You are truly that one of a kind.
Like the poem, I wonder who you are?
Your rhyming words out shine most star.
Since I cannot stop the press of time
I confess I'm four times past my prime.
And I must be bold and say my say,
That I am no Amen-Ra of today.
The words you string from head to toe,
Are all of you I really know.
Like a bird I rest your feathered nest
Of the storms my life have compressed.
But the sounds I hear of distant storm
Have plagued my heart of sheltered warm.
And your need for rest has brought much fear,
This charmed one, that is not so near.
I pray you rest the rest that's due.
And come back to me in bright and new.
Your fantasia has flavored a fantasy.
And I pray my poems did the same for thee.
My soul gives you an open door.
Please enter it and say no more.