The Lonely Poet

Feels with the heart of a soulful woman
passionate but caring
the wonder of nature, sunset worth sharing.

Thinks with the mind of a mature man
experienced and wise
like stars looking down from heavenly skies.

Writes with the hand of an excitable child
naive but true
as sure of Santa as the sky is blue.

but the sky is falling.

Feels with the heart of a broken woman
chained to hurt
not all seeds will rise from the dirt.

Thinks with the mind of an aged man
thoughts shuffle around
autumn leaves' ceremony, dance on the ground.

Writes with the hand of a frightened child
new to this earth
destination death after departure from birth.

and the earth is ready to reclaim.

By DB (06/24/2011)