Poets Souls

I read the poets souls in the poems, I read the poets inner world. Pulse beats louder, then duller, And all my doubts are just hurled. The sadness sometimes a kiss cover, Then suddenly curled at my feet, Giving the whole body a heat, The warmth of a true lover. Fever passes through my nervous points, Chill runs through the whole body, I read the poets souls in the poems, And feel that this soul is haughty. I delve into the words and their nature, Understanding destroys the walls, Now I would like to capture The main idea and the poems calls. I read and my joy is in full swing, My own soul gets the wings, I am ready to fly with the singer, Like me the poet is a swinger. I am with that one who dared To plunge into the holy spring naked, I am with that one who shared An inspiration and was not faked. I read the poets souls in the poems. But do I read the souls of reality or dream? Let’s deem that no one here and there lies, And the law of poetry is always precise. ©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)