Behind Poet Eyes

Behind Poet eyes I can see the creativity within you

The beautiful within the ugly and the old within the new

Like that tree over there and the way the wind hits it

The sound of the breeze and the birds that are singing

The melody of the music coming from that car

Or the waves from the seas that are miles afar

Oh and if only I could touch that cloud in the sky

Mphm, to feel its beauty behind these Poet eyes.

And to have a Poets love is to have your own personal world

Because a Poet loves with as many emotions as four silly littles girls

Yet knows to touch you delicately as if you were a flower

That could break within an instant as did the Twin Towers

Behind Poet eyes love is the most beautiful thing

And the way one loves is the way Luther used to sing.

Love is above all

Behind Poet eyes

And hate isn't found

Yet passion always lies

Inside

A Poets mind.

Behind Poet Eyes

Is a heart full of gold

That opens to all

To hear the words being told

The stories that need to come out

And heard

From this Poets mouth.

Who lives

Behind

These Poets eyes.