I –

I can’t

Don’t understand

Feelings

Strong

Broken melodies

Lyrics singing my life

My heart

Writes

Next

Comes this

Words

Not at random

Existing somewhere

In our mind

Truth is not so simple

Poets hardly speak

But I am no poet

Am I?

Conversations

Stories

A world enchanted with stories and song

That is where I am from

An author

A poor one, yes…

But I am.

Somehow sense is being made.

I feel for them

My people

And others

Do they feel for me?

Of course not

They aren’t real in any mind save mine

But to me they are

Do they feel for me?

I do for them

Iris sings

Feelings

Confused ones, yes…

But feelings

Are real

And fingertips write them

Not sure where they are going

For I am no poet

An author

A poor one

An author