The Poet

The poet sees,
The moon, the stars, the sky,
The poet hears,
The sweetest lullaby,
The poet feels,
The things, no others feel,
The poet tastes,
The sweetness that is spring,
The poet skilled,
In quiet deliberation,
The poet sits,
In complete contemplation,
The poet senses love,
In every line,
The poet simply loses,
Track of time.