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!