Visit the mind
of a poet.
The imaginations
of the one
whose words spill
upon the page,
softly
as wings of whispered
songs,
floating and transparent,
startling and profound,
awakening
sleeping muses.

Thus they convey
a heart afire
or
transpose a broken
one
to oceans depths
of passions.
Washing shores
with clensing
kiss.

Words winging heights,
soaring above
the mundane,
into the ethereal,
to be transformed
into wonders
beyond
the written word.
For...
this pen, these words..

Live!

They are born
of creations
of the poetic mind.
Nourished
at the breast
of a thirsty world,
in need
of passion,
and hope.

So come,
drink at this
fountain
of poetic dreams.

These words
come alive,
and breath
hope
into the soul
and weave
their way
into the heart
and mind,
only then
transforming
a dream,
to
renew the universe.