the white of a poet's shirt....

yes, the world goes around...  
step by step we make the circle...  
like every season...  
and sometimes...we have no reason  
would i be able to hear nature's words if I sat in a poet's shirt  
by a creek, maybe even a brook  
with my writing book.  
oh...Stevie…help me see that "lightning that strikes...
maybe once…maybe twice"  
i want to build my world around..  
if not for real…maybe a muse...  
or who my heart does choose  
and if you danced ...  
before me...  
just as natural  
as you could be..  
hear my heart, feel its beat  
feel its groove...  
know it ..what's to lose  
in your down time...  
could we make the magic..  
in the night...  
as the strike...burning the light...  
did I say...in the night?  
the white of a poet's shirt....