Wisdom is sometime hidden,
in some words hearts have imprisoned,
But given freedom by a poet's vision.
For those who let their hearts listen.
Voice for those who can't speak,
Gently show the tear from their cheek,
Weaver of words, gentle weave comfort to others,
Feelings the desires inside of secret lovers.
Lighting fires with passionate words.
Giving lyrics to the song of wild birds,
Masterful artist with a touch of the pen,
Create the image from feelings within.
Seeing deep into the eyes like the windows of the soul,
Taking hearts to heights that only in their dream can go,
Soaring the sky to stars and beyond,
With the dreams of peace for everyone.
A voice of the wind,
And the wave from the sea,
The earth whispers softly,
Be gentle with me.
Painting a picture of life it's self,
For all that will listen.
Reminding the world of their wealth,
Feeling the earth's pain and the rain's misting.
Breath to words that lay in silence,
Hidden beneath the storms of violence.
Tears for those who never cry,
As weary hearts lay down to die.
The pen writes on while others sleep,
The poet feels a tear on Someone's cheek,
Of silent words that they can't speak.