This is the poem that wants to tell you things
This poem rises early to whisper in your ear
This poem stays up late to put your dreams to bed
This poem waits inside you when you rest
Lives each day waiting to tell you things
Hoping upon hope that you listen to its words
This is the poem that longs for you
This is the poem that wants to forget the practical
This poem wants to get away
Do childish things
Drive fast on mountain roads
This poem takes curves at 90
Skids fast on icy covered pavement
Soars off a cliff
And as it falls
this is the poem that begins to fly
Takes off like a bird
Gaining altitude it heals in the warm wind
This poem is on it's way to you
Through the air
Floating across the valley
Into my hands
From hands to pen
From pen to page
From page to mouth
From mouth to you
this is the poem that talks to you
this is the poem walks with you
this is the poem that knows who you are
knows you’ll never be far
this is the poem that wants you
This poem knows you are afraid of the dark
This poem holds you at night when you walk in the park
This is the poem that protects you
This poem knew it the first time it saw you
you had those eyes that could read real fast
real deep, real slow
This is that poem that you wanted to read
This is the poem that wants to write about you
This is the poem that loves you
