A Poet Touched My Heart

In my head I struggle with meanings Heard but unseen, are many things A distant land, an imaginary face The “whys” and “hows” of things taking place The scenes on the outside The feelings in the inside The meaning of love The reason for hate Words need words to make them worthy Sometimes a few letters, sometimes wordy A spell of emotions put in letters To understand myself, when I look back later Only a stranger can’t conceal what they feel Like a masterpiece picture, that never stays still Only words and emotions are never apart Only a poet writes to touch a heart