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