To the Poet

 

I feel our mind tracks intercept.

 

When I look for words, I find them leaking out your pen as if you were writing straight to my soul.

 

I am a peasant looking for his kingdom in the valleys of vocabulary.

 

Through poetry I can express most of my thoughts, for that and much more, I have you to thank.

 

This you know more than me, words can take many forms.

 

In what order to stack them is another
 

Like two mountains, we can't share the same space.

We live in the same time yet our paths don't cross.

 

Quest,

 

for you I will give my most.

 

Only hoping to touch people's hearts in the way you do.

 

Night and day I will work on learning poetry until I give to you

what you have given to me.