Frank Black Blacharczyk Poet Free verse

The Poet

I am a pretender a dreamer a lover 
And she moves inside my head on clouds 
Your unworthy subject then you whisper my name
A dreamer a poet who's always searching for the right word
A fallen leaf carried by the wind here there everywhere
You touch me then we play in my fool's paradise
Squeeze my hand and we fly above the clouds  
Lovers who do the impossible here there everywhere
In a world that doesn't exist
I am a pretender a preacher a dreamer
A lover a drifter
A poet who sees a world that doesn't exist
 
 
Frank Black Blacharczyk

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