I wanted to be angry
and ask you just why
you would think I'd let
my voice sail the sky
Wondered if you knew
what my feelings are
or if you even cared
might you leave a scar
Then the point arrived
the one at center stage
the one which shouts
"world, I've come of age"
As I grinned and smiled
relaxed from the ire
allowed the sensual ease
to ignite a poetic fire.
Why can't I share
my vast poetic theme
with a soul struggling
to recreate a dream
As is my normal way
to put joy on your face
I'm glad to find my poetry
"In The Mind Of Mercy Grace"
Del Cano 2005 February
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