Interior Poet

The heart of a poet touched mine, sending me spiraling upwards into a rhythm of rhyme. Lighting the episode within this mind, illuminating forever the poet inside. Lively, amiable, forgotten on barren wastelands, scuffing toes in salt watered sand. Awaiting the likelihood of purity and innocence to wash gently over, acknowledging the life of a poet as clouds possess skies of heaven. Walking forever along shores of inner perspectives seeing what others may never see until they read it in my poetry.