Poem home

Words, wrapped in an green, rolling

Knoll—a wave that overflows

The cavern of your mind, no—

Your heart, and sinks deep

Gathering up the earth to hear the rumbling, distant face of the mountain

Slowly dissolve with each lapping instance

Of water upon it.

Words cannot describe how

Poetry makes us viscerally

Drink in our fears,

And excoriated through the sieve of

Your platform,

You breathe in that fresh perspective

And follow the trail that leads to light.

Poetry feigns its existence as words on

Paper or on a screen,

But it melts into your soul

Before the ink catches permanence on paper,

And seethes into your memory like a

Dying star,

A inner explosion of light and sound,

Shared with you,

My love and my entire experience

Laid out in a few sentences.