Scribbles on 2-8-08

Within me is the most exquisite poem
somewhere beneath the surface, just waiting to make you cry
It will burn you with its tenderness, its ecstasy, passion, paradox, heartbreak
Deep within me lie the words that you are waiting to hear
the very verses that your patient soul aches for
I am the one who understands
I am the one who can make sense of your madness,
give credence to your insanity
I have the words to soothe your troubled pain
your hidden dreams and your secret places
I hold you within me and I shelter in the quiet places of your life
I am in every breath of your silence
I am the wind talking
I am the jealous angel, a fallen demon
here only to protect, to forsee, to tell, to talk, to explain
I am your subtle poet -
you gave me your stars to hold