A Poet
I have no voice but for these silent words
That fall from thought to the empty page;
As softly as the snow falls to the ground
Or as thunderously as the rain from the storm.
I speak to no one but I speak to all.
Those who listen will find something.
Something to cling to;
Some hope in a dreary world;
Kindness in a time of sadness;
Light for their darkness;
A kindred spirit that holds them close;
A loving parent that lets them go.
I peek into your lives and you peek into mine
And together we find our common ground.
For I am a translator of your dreams,
Guardian of your secrets;
I am - a poet.
Copyright © Michael Bell | Year Posted 2015
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