I rhyme my way across the page Letting words out of this poetic cage. I pick up a quill soaking wet Shaping syllables into a vignette. My eyes whisper words unsaid Sharing from a heart that once bled. From my eyes to my fingers Soulful cries that linger... My teardrops become my words When sealed sentiments have been stirred. Lines become bridges that travel Across pages..poems unravel Motionless words take on a new life Like notes that fly from a fife. I take my dreams and put it on a page A place to run, to play, sans chantage. I am a poet, a dreamer Poetry feeds my soul, my sanity's keeper.