A Poet

i am a poet desperate
displaying my wishes, dreams, truths
through a torn garb for you to peep
through; see me through those holes
and see how the threads of my
imaginations colossal have draped themselves
loosely around me hoping to veil and
yet not

i'm a poet happy
knowing that you read me, my dear.
you, who i believe in.
you, to whom i surrender my all.
the joy that my words can create in your
heart - oh, i am a poet happy, my lord,
for i sing every word in quiet love
for you

i'm a poet fantastic
when i have the powers, faculties and desire
to pluck the stars of silence in my
milky soul and present them at your feet
as a humble gift, a sublime medium;
a cobbled pathway to the indefinite
journey of Discovery

i'm a poet so, so earnest
writing for the sake of my throbbing self
for it has a need to serve,
a need to tell
a need to give you another window
and it throbs everytime you are moved and want
to pick up the cards of choices i leave
to look beyond, within, without, around, at him and
at her

i'm a poet’s poet
i take every experience and that which is not
and paint you the story of a single life
at once yours
and
mine