Call me Poetry

Call me poetry I am a whispered dance of words that leap and twirl by chance Through meadows made of metaphor And forests never seen before I am the rhythm in your veins. Call me poetry The steady drumbeat of the rains The silence between lightning strikes The wheel that turns as darkness consumes light . Call me poetry Across the canvas of your mind I leave my footprints there behind. Call me poetry Like constellations in the night That guide lost sailors to lands beyond their sight. So read me slow and read me well For in these lines great secrets dwell and when you think you know my name I'll shift again, yet stay the same. Call me poetry As you say my name I river flow words without refrain The way creativity stimulates the brain The way a forest grows when it feels the rain The way passengers move when they take the train The way a mother soothes her child when the child is in pain. The way time moves forward never stays the same. Just FYI I have been called many things I wear many hats and where many rings Down to earth I just like fancy things But at the end of the day.. There is one thing that remains When it comes to knowing me Call me poetry.