"The Mind of a Poet"

@Uootem

Being a poet is being a idealistic dreamer...
and I am a poet because of knowing you.

There are words in everything about you I remember
and seems always something I need to write.

I still intensely feel everything we once experienced
for I am a keeper of the recollections... and I record them in verse.

The smallest things are often the biggest surprise
maybe as a poet, I can only find meaning in such small things.

The beauty of seemingly insignificant events
comes to the eyes of this poet... and thus my words
and I scour the smallest things to find so many wonders.

Thus love is in my words and between each line.
from the deepest recesses of my soul words form
as I write of emotions that are hidden to others... even you.

I am a lover who smells the many fragrances
of the finding and the losing... of love.

Time and reality don't like the poet inside me,
for what has been created is not of them...

I ignore their counsel with my ink-bleed pages
as I describe the love for you that remains.

The light you once saw in my eyes,
I see the undying vision always

For of unrequited love I know;
the love we had is everything and
it is not easily banished from my life.

In the painful things there is light for this poet.

I have no need for today... I could live on memory of love,
silence of years, hopes for tomorrow, re-occurring dreams,
and your beauty that still fulfills my heart.

Thus, my face may be like yours... smiling so boldly.
but in my soul, my heart and my mind
are feelings that you may have... at least once did
but will not this day acknowledge and use.
created with the love you and I once shared.

With a pen in hand I take apart the world we knew
and write page after page of what lies in it's crevasses

In my heart I will find the words to explain;
the words you may someday read, but never seek
when I deliver them to you... they will be unexpected.

Of every love experienced by us two there is much to write
come day and night there is of no change,
I will seek and feel; then I will write more.

Of every moment of laughter... and those of more seriousness
I can spread my heart out and form my words
kept now in secret at the fear being condemned
for unraveling pure thoughts in days like these
for in them are things not easily understood;

But I am a poet, my work comes from places that
you have forgotten, the places we shared so long ago!
"understand my words not, believe what my eyes have seen"

Our shared love from yesterday lives and breaths in my soul
so There is no limit as to what point I can go in words,
the past is just a milestone to what I can explore

In my hopings there is much to be found,
there is a never ending well of emotion that
you can not see but I could bring to you
through the blackened ink of my pen, if you so wished.

For you my lost love... I wish renewal of love's youthful innocence.