the poet

    
finesse the sorrow
make it sing
little melancholy notes
to be freed on the winds
 
where they are carried--
to the heart of the poet
who knows this music
 
silently we sway to its melody
stoically we carry the pain
shoulder to shoulder  
united in understanding
 
the pool of thought always open
with each poet the climate of the water changes
we feel one another's energies so completely
our souls kiss becoming one for a moment
 
then taken to the world the circle completed
the poet has fulfilled his mission
with a word, a thought
 
with the very essence of his spirit