Droplets of Poems


I put the words

leaves between the years

I trampled on them

to make place for more

today I leave

the unfinished apprenticeship

emanating from yours poems

I leave it to others who dared before

I was not going to be

a beginning devoid of hope

other words live through the waiting

of echoes born to be

verses nourished with me

I would put a period but

the commas are crying which measure

the pauses hiding between classics

I let the rhymes fall

by fingers denuded of rhythm

in another poem

the words are demanding

to be tended with beauty

it is not a creed

just an eternal escape

in the moving prison

of thoughts.

I carry within me

the dreams which were kissed

with droplets of poems

as they once were