Poets Thoughts
I sit and I think;
My mind is in motion.
Thoughts flit about,
this warm Aether ocean
Places and names,
books yet unwritten.
Friend and old flames,
Poetry in motion.
Maybe its my family,
the source of my muse.
Whatever it is,
Sure ain't abuse.
I enjoy my art,
(Though skill may be lacking)
My mind and my heart,
For you to enjoy.
Remember this now,
Next time you happen,
to read someones joy:
They coulda been nappin'