I once gazed upon a poem
so perfectly pristine.
Every line was in rhythm.
Every turn of phrase,
a dream. I envisioned
every scene, I witnessed
the purity of
a star being born
from nothing.
I wished to be able to
contain the words
deep within my soul,
but they floated
through each one of us,
until we felt whole.
I once heard a poem,
like the subtle song of birds.
It got stuck in my head,
like an earworm
for the birds to dine upon.
I heard the sweetest melody
in every word ripped
from the heart
and poured into the verse.
I wanted to record the voice,
but my mind was lost
somewhere falling in love
with the art
I once dreamed
of that poem,
which lived so softly in my mind,
but the lines were not yet fully formed,
the meanings undefined.
Though some words were crossed out
others were underlined.
It was still just an outline, a sketch,
a world away from the poem
that leapt from the page,
kissing me, taking away my breath.
I once saw a poem.
A beautifully playful memory
replayed over and over in
wonderful technicolor,
I watched as it slowly
made more sense upon
the former blank page.
Then I saw
as it took the stage,
igniting the room
in a passionate blaze.
I once witnessed a poem
breathed into life.
The ink still wet,
but the story,
a delight.
It was like paradise
had opened her doors to me.
You see that poem,
was you,
and that's all
I'll ever need.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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