A Poets Lot In Life

Once I was a poet My mind embraced inspiration, as she was fond of me We walked through walls, looking under pillows of those fast asleep, for we possessed the key to dreams, as well as their subconscious wants, along with their fears I could not resist bonding, When dreams would collide with mine, for I fall in love with kindred spirits The oceans secrets in the deep, could not conceive my reach, for I questioned those swallowed in her anger Place your ear to a shell, for with the wind, they will reveal she is bipolar Life and death, depending on her disposition at hand Yes, once I was a poet, searching the heavens and beyond Questions within questions, demanding balance and harmony I walked through the realm of colors, spending many nights sitting on the rainbow, watching angels hang their wings to dry on its edge At this moment, inspiration kissed me, then vanishing into a mist As I slid down, finding myself in a pot, with golden ink, a note, I will return when the poet in you returns Oh, how I wish I were a poet, for once is not enough Oh, how sweet the kiss of inspiration