Drenched from head to toe.
As the rivers run thru the soul.
Living with words is a heavy load!
When the sky no longer falls.
And the levees' have no place.
Memories existence has been erased!
When there are no tears left to cry.
The poet's wail returns all to the sky.
What fills our hearts is wanting outside.
We're married to words conceived inside!
Clouds rise with yesterday's dreams.
The earth is an island for our streams.
Let's replenish the earth by returning every one.
I repented for wanting to stay in our star lit home!
The earth spins along with its magnetic poles.
To transport poets ready to place their scrolls.
One day eternity will be forever by your side.
To be rewarded with you for dressing the sky.
The earth spins with two magnetic souls.
Waiting to transport tomorrow's scrolls.
We look up to heaven and say it's already filled,
to the brim with poets like us.
So on this earth let's continue to build and frame,
the sky with words for a truss.
The earth spins with its magnetic poles.
Already in transport are two writing souls.