The Learning Process

At the early light of dawn

I wake up to see your face

My spirit stretches with a yawn

Now ready for the world’s embrace

Your familiar eyes provide an x-ray mirror

I see my poetry as a scrolling marquee

The clouded reflection is so much clearer

My own thoughts explained to me

A rapid, unexpected change

Inspiration after losing hope

New lucidity has rearranged

The swirling confusion’s knotted ropes

The timing was exactly right

Art serves as fuel for the eternal fire

Illuminating the never ending night

With creative desire

Everyone else hears your voice and words

I interpret a beautiful, hypnotic song

It’s music I’ve already heard

When I speak to you I’m just singing along

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(Aug. '06)

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