Poets. By Cesar Reyes

We poets live in a world of metaphors and everlasting thoughts

We love truely but only once in our lives, but it is pure

And we give all of our strength and soul to it

We carry the million pieces of our broken hearts

In the eternal oceans that dance on the rim of our eyes

We walk through the clouds and expose mirages for who they truely are

We are remembered only by our poems that forever echo

through the sands of the universes hour glass

Wed walk the deserts of moses past

Only so that our tears can quickly dry against our skin

We are carried by howling winds through life, and together like lions we roar

And in the face of fear and terror , we whisper, we are not afraid

We exist only in solitude, as is the only place to find internal peace

We are lulled to sleep by the scents of rose gardens and fields of wild carnations

We kiss the stars and hug the moon

We read poems to angels in our day dreams

We smile underwater and in the sound of silence we kneel and pray

We grab flower petals by the fist full

And stand still as they gently float away off our han

We are poets and as long as our words are read

Past Milleniums and civilizations we poets is all that will remain