99 - Ode to my poet
Ode to the poet, who speaks not with eyes
Knows none but truth and beauty in his head
Wades through a sea of unusual lies
And sees a faerie asleep on a bed
And with truth turns her into a goddess
Into a muse he can hold and adore
It tortures them, how far they are apart
And some nights for both of them grow sleepless
But faith and love can easily explore
When the muse knows the poet owns her heart
Ode to the poet, with sad rhyming words
Speaking the truth we try hard to forget
Who's talent stretches high above the birds
Poems offer painful insight, and yet
Their beauty so radiant shines so bright
He speaks the pain that you bury inside
With powerful words that make your heart scream
And yet in a sense you know its alright
You are not alone, these thoughts you cant hide
No more time alone in your little dream
Knows none but truth and beauty in his head
Wades through a sea of unusual lies
And sees a faerie asleep on a bed
And with truth turns her into a goddess
Into a muse he can hold and adore
It tortures them, how far they are apart
And some nights for both of them grow sleepless
But faith and love can easily explore
When the muse knows the poet owns her heart
Ode to the poet, with sad rhyming words
Speaking the truth we try hard to forget
Who's talent stretches high above the birds
Poems offer painful insight, and yet
Their beauty so radiant shines so bright
He speaks the pain that you bury inside
With powerful words that make your heart scream
And yet in a sense you know its alright
You are not alone, these thoughts you cant hide
No more time alone in your little dream