Abadoned Poets
They came to me in my dreams
Poets who live beyond our reach
Beautiful hands which I love
Followed them knowing I was welcome
High they took me into the garden
In the wagon we laughed and kissed
Surrounded by flowers, trees and birds
They gave me kiss and something else
They cleansed my pallet and I could write
Their wisdom into words that rhyme
Their love was strong and I was brave
To transform everything I touch to blossom
Together we sit and share our minds
My hand glides on sheets and write
Their knowledge ignites the words that match
And a new version of old adages is hatched
So simple and ordinary these words may seem
Each time I read them though, a new memory streams
And I am made aware of something true
That I am a part of their abandoned crew.
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