Your Poetic Spirit

You have a poetic spirit

There is a deeper level to you
a wild river crashing and foaming
against the rocks
hard boulders
protecting your soul from
the spoken words, sharp daggers
slicing you as they tumble from
malicious tongue
and you continue to stand
absorbing each stab
without faltering

but that foaming river flows
following a stone path, down to
a lake of pure gold
that lies within your private core
still and quiet
peaceful
resilient and magnificsent


You let me see it
I glimpsed the wide bank of
clear sand, nestled against
the golden waves, spraying me gently
lapping over the firm rim of your soul
you looked into my eyes
and I stood in awe
gazing your poetic spirit