From my brain a brilliant somebody 


Twisting phrases are its


Metaphors its life’s blood,

Pumping vivid description through

A thousand veins.

Verbs arise where I cannot be verbal,

Providing links to mankind

Despite a slow tongue.

Letters light up the lungs,

Lending lyrical air to emotions

So often buried.

Poetry, my friend,

My bright, beautiful solace!

You were born long before me,

Yet bend uniquely to my heart’s desire,

Becoming my body of work,

Standing tall where my feet have fallen.

Poetry, my friend, my rescuer!

How I adore what you do for me!