Heart Of The Matter
Some See Me
Some see me as photographer,
Captured moments, caught in time,
Some see me as a poet,
Writing varied thoughts in rhyme,
Some imagine me a lover,
Some an angel in the night,
But only those who know me,
Know the one they call Starlight,
Some read the words here written,
Believing they're all true,
It's called poetic license,
And you, all use it too,
A poet writes of fantasies,
Of dreams and skies of blue,
But when I speak to you, in private,
The words I say; are true,
Many know me as a healer,
The very soul of me,
I live my life in honesty,
It's the way I have to be,
By all means read the words I write,
I can tell a tale or two,
It's called imagination,
Not all of it is true,
This poet has a secret heart,
The place she holds things dear,
If I have things, I want to share,
You'll be the first to hear.
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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