I'm

I’m a lover of words
      with a poet in my soul
      always searching for the next write
      writer of dreams any number can hold
      one, two, three, or even four mixed together
      it’s sometimes me that begins to feel bold
      all of it is concrete in my mind
I'm also now a user of words I am told
      I will give them a name  
      It may not fit right in the mold
      when my thoughts come to pass
      what is it that will show
      the rushing falls of thoughts in my head
      ones that have followed the trail that I know
I'm guided and inspired by the pen in my hand
      don’t judge by the numbers that are old             
      they can never represent my purpose
      but almost always have a glow      
      that beckons to me and my heart
      searching for a light forever low            
      with no faint recollection of prose
I'm filling the empty spaces below