Dear Me,
Dear man, thinker, poet, baller,
man of heart, man of emotions,
old school soul with an old school heart,
learning the steps of love,
and tripping over my feet in the process,
writing the moments caught in time,
through his web of words...
seen only through one eye... his pen,
viewer of love and projector of love's image,
words soft as whispers but felt like speeches,
gemini views without being two faced,
time is given to everyone, yet not to the one it’s precious to,
passenger through life's endless journey,
student of life's lessons, without tutoring,
a fan of each day’s goals, watching on the sidelines,
dreamer of dreams... but not within sleep,
source of light, but dwells within darkness,
source of laughter and magnet for tears,
numbers on the phone that you never call,
someone you turn to every time you fall,
a-poet-no-more?? or a-poet-N-you-know-it!!
Who am I...?
A question of being me...