Words in time, thoughts in rhyme
The poet patron writes in sign
Wandering where the pen dictates
Swashbuckling, adventure-mongering with the Fates
Painting a picture delightful to see
Alone in his mind, wherever he wants to be.
Inhaling as much sunlight when it’s there
Studying his surroundings, others unaware
But though words on the page are magnificent
Conversation finds those same words spent
Perhaps never to connect behind the mask
Reaching out in mental pictures his only task
The poet’s heart is driven in its own way
Touching, yet not touched, keeping love at bay.
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