Souls of Poets
She toils
With a ball of yarn and an image in her head
She plays with the idea of creation
It dances and swirls all through her days
Unable to determine real or imagination
She takes every breath like it’s her last
And wishes to be forgotten
Yet she can’t be lost within my dreams
Where she lets me spoil her rotten
Her day is here, her time is now
And she stands only where she is
On mounds of brick carved from the dirt
As she prepares for her nightly quiz
”What have I done today for which I am proud?”
“What have I done today for which I’ll be dreaming?”
“What have I done today for which I am remembered?”
“What have I done today that gives my life meaning?”
As she rests her head to fall asleep
My dreams won’t let her go
Because the questions she asks about her day
Give me a reason to say, I know
I know you are mine
I know I am yours
And I know we share the same soul
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