24
May
08

Reflections on a Saturday afternoon

I wish I had a poet’s soul,
For then I’d dream of things unknown;
Through unimagined realms I’d stroll,
Through kingdoms of my very own.
I wish I had a poet’s tongue,
For then I’d sing of songs unsung,
Tell tales untold of lands unseen
And wonders that have never been.
I wish I had a poet’s heart,
For then I’d feast on love’s surrender,
Taste its sorrow, feel its splendour,
And relish being torn apart.
For if a poet’s soul were mine,
I’d think my mortal life divine.


1 Response to “Reflections on a Saturday afternoon”


  1. 1 thesleepingtypewriter
    24 May, 2008 at 8:44 pm

    you sound like a poet to me.


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