A Poet's Haven

It was long ago when I lived in a different world…

At least as it seemed to me, a world of books…

One in which I read books everyday, every night…

Not ten or twenty in numbers but hundreds…

I lived alone, one in which there was no noise…

Save one car with a boombox, eleven pm every night..

The road was a half mile away…

During blue moons and Saturdays I listened to the Oldies…

Some of my favorite thoughts came from authors…

I still remember the flow of their words…

As I learned to feel the emotion of their words…

I began to understand that lyrics were poetry being felt…

In time as all good things must come to an end…

The silent days and nights were dissolved into city lights…

I began to notice the changes in me…

I was not the person who slept little and read constantly…

I found myself in dreams, they were not my dreams…

I didn’t always understand the language or the music…

I didn’t see their faces, just their bodies, seldom dressed…

I remember sitting on the bed, when someone touched me…

I jumped up and turned on the light, no one was there…

I remember rising up to kiss someone, who was not there…

I found less and less time to read, even less to play my CDs…

With a cup in hand I would watch the Sun rise…

Smile as I watch a hummingbird dance between blooms…

Feel the sorrow as I heard the mourning dove calling its mate…

I could sit and watch the wind play with the autumn leaves…

Spin them all around upward only to drop them and then leave…

See a single leaf hanging in mid air…

Held by a single strand of spider webbing…

I could sense a smile forming on someone’s face…

I could hear a woman’s voice in the wind…

Listen as she hummed a tune…

Could hear the music she loved and enjoyed…

Out of the blue I would hear a lyric, over and over…

Follow its tempo and rhythm as it was sung…

Listen to the instruments being used as they…

Matched the sounds of each word…

I was not that person any more…

The one who lived in books…

I had become a person who felt the words…

I knew what someone was feeling…

Be it the far side of the Sun…

From their tears that flowed, be they happy or sad…

I could breathe in a fragrance that wasn’t there…

I could hear laughter as it formed…

I could share a thought, from the far side of the Sun…

I had a soulmate…

I knew what love was not…

I became the poetry I believed in…