The Poet who I am

@Uootem

moments of initial recognition...
    ne'er forgotten... first love eyes
          anamnesis... of something already known
              in that first initial glance
                    causes this poet to write
          intense spiritual eyes
              that keeps him searching for answers
                    in solitude of meditation...
                          waiting for enlightenment
                    that will show him the way
          as a candlelight shadow
              dances upon the wall
                    calling forth inspiration
                          for it moves to obscure music
              once made with heartbeats

as i told you, something from another time makes the poet who I am.

words fashioned from emotions
    which he so often must deal
          for time flew by in an instant
              while the heart was standing still
                    leaving him alone with such emptiness
              and with the rhythmic verses
                    for he writes of what he feels...
                          from behind the mask of present day.

as i told you, something from another time makes the poet who I am.

his page sings in chants
    with sighed breaths and heartbeats
          as the sacred vows bestowed
              melts into the past, present, and future
                    ... each introspection his pen greets
              with closed eyes... he pauses...
                    to remember your delicate touch
                          that once teased his desires
                              and fueled the moments of forever.

as i told you, something from another time makes the poet who I am.

waiting patiently
    for magic to continue his creations
          it serves to coax from deep within
              the pure bliss of love's sensations
                    with each breath he takes
                          he find he must write once more
                              of the moments of lifetimes ago
                                    in much more ancient worlds
                                          when two hearts cared.

as i told you, something from another time makes the poet who I am.

mystical tingles
    shoot through every inch
          of this relaxed state
                quivering echoes that flood the mind
                      as if it were not too late
                          and a barrage of warmth explodes
                                from deep within his soul
                      for his pietistic words
                            remind him why he still yearns.

as i told you, something from another time makes the poet who I am.

Esoteric silence fills the air
    as his song reaches a crescendo
          as if hearts could still stop time
                to greet each other with all that they know
                    and for that immaculate instant
          love can again find what was meant
              and as lips meet once more...
                    the poet can alter his descant.

as i told you, something from another time makes the poet who I am.