How Are You Dear Poet?

On the highway of consciousness It's not easy to stop and listen But some have stopped in the middle of a poem And some have listened in the middle of the night It was not the flow of the poem or the silence of the night It was the spirit shifting from joy to sorrow It's not easy to stop the flow of the poem But sometimes one has to stop and wipe away the tears It's a painful experience to listen to the flow of tears Unlike the flow of a waterfall, tears are full of sadness How are you dear Poet? It's my simple way of checking on you Away from the open chapters of poetry Away from the lakes of ink It's my way of telling you that I care Not only for your magical rivers of poetry But for the beautiful life that you carry I hope this is not a sad poem That opens the flood of tears Casting a blanket of sorrow Into the inner recesses of consciousness Sometimes, it's entirely okay to be sad or to cry Also, it's okay to laugh and smile You deserve the full plate of accolades You are blessed Thank you ©