Poetry she comes to me
Like a thief in the night
She crawls down by my bed
In my head
She whispers to me
And mentions your name
I refrain from calling it out
Loud above the minarets in this eastern city
I pity the fortune of the beggar in the street
And he pities mine
Huh - how true it is
Poetry she come to me
She comes to me with the truth
She comes riding on the waves of sunlight
Hitting my face returning it to the colour it was supposed to be
I see so little from these eyes that are
Blinded by the kindness of the monthly wage
In haste I seconded my life to an existence that
Does not seem to argue with anything
It is well….normal
It is quite civil
Quite sensible
Quite
Poetry she comes to me
And takes off her clothes
She nakeds herself to me
With an honesty only found
In the moons answer to the sun when he asks her to shine
And she shines
She shines for him all night long.
Poetry she comes to me when you are gone
Poetry she comes to me when nothing can be done
About the wine in my system, about the smoke in my lungs
She comes and detoxs me, she cuts my veins
And lets me bleed
Let me bleed
Let me bleed
Let me bleed
For I do not heed your calls anymore
I answer to a different God
Poetry she calls my name
And I answer
Yes
How may I serve you tonight
She smiles and says dance with me
And boy do I dance
Like a whirl like a twirl like a new life about to unfurl
She delivers me from her womb and every night
I am reborn
I am reborn
I am reborn to poetry.
©j4dyd2003
©j4dyd2003
