A Poet


He floats around with open eyes

The future is foretold in his hands

He works around everything

And mingles easily with anyone

Who stands still to hear his pleas

He talks of lands beyond the sunrise

And captivates passerby with his stride

With a wave of his hand

He could bring a world to crumble and crash down

He walks above the moon

He tells me of what I will be

He is planted firm as stone and does not waver

Waver like many waver endlessly

He kisses the clouds each day

And rests with the night

He creates the images in my head

As I dance along with his words

He raps me around his little finger

And if he wants to feel tortured

I'm there too

Tortured and pleading for more

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vipervenomnu's picture

Who is this????? I don't need to know, if you don't want to tell me. This is one of the better poems i've seen from you in terms of structure and flow of thought.

Shaketa Copelin's picture

this was beautiful!