To The Poet
We live in the same time yet our paths don't cross.
Like two mountains, we can't share the same space.
I feel our mind tracks intercept. When I look for words, I find them leaking out your pen as if you were writing straight to my soul. I am a peasant looking for his kingdom in the valley's of vocabulary. Through poetry I can express most of my thoughts, for that and much more, I have you to thank. This you know more than me, words can take many forms. In what order to stack them is another quest, for you I will give my most. Only hoping to touch peoples hearts in the way you do. Night and day I will work on learning poetry until I give to you what you have given to me.