THE POET SINGS

The poet sings

What’s his song?

Could any choice

Really be wrong

What would you

If you were he

Choose to sing

So romantically

When you think

It’s not an easy call

You are almost there

Then hit the wall

Loosen up

Relax a bit

It doesn’t have to be

A current hit

What is fluid?

From the past?

Contains the words

That will always last

Don’t give up

You’re almost there

Imagine the singing

Loud and clear

Think of color

Beyond the clouds

Imagine the poet

Oh, so proud

Somewhere

Over the rainbow

Birds fly high

While we remain low

Dreaming dreams,

Dreams we knew

If we dreamt them

Really would come true

That is what the poet sings

He remembers it often

When he’s on the land

That he heard of

Once in a lullaby

Stanski

May 18, 2023, ^

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