Poem For the Poet

Poem For the poet A Darkened Street familiar footsteps The Appointed Hour has been long awaited An Embrace Of Souls never made the headlines For Headlines Never Print good news Do I Know You? the night is not all that is dark A Boy On His Bike Racing By dividing the night Fifteen Minutes Sweating Uphill for thirty sweet seconds of coasting Nobody Ever Broke The Law of diminishing returns For Ten Minutes A Month i observe the phantom of you Piecing Together The Puzzle that is you Your Pen Is A Machete making paths through my underbrush This Jungle Needs Clearing Sometimes the night is not all that is dark In Your Heart Is A Meal For The Hungry, a steady hand for the handicapped In Your Verse Is That Sacred Space in the eye of the storm A Poor Man Indeed Is He who knows not your friendship Poorer Still, The One who knows not your words