I sat by the sandy shores of the beach

I watched the sun rise to its peak

I watched people young and old

I watched them play Aill the sun grew cold

And ran away to make day in another place

I sat and watched in silent wait

But the poems never came.



I woke up early and took a walk

I went to my favorite childhood park

I waited in the quiet darkness just before dawn

I watched the birds awake and chirp their morning song

I watched as the park began to fill

With children of all sizes, and still

I waited.

I watched them laugh, I watched them play

Till night approached and swallowed up the day

Still I waited

But the poems never came.



I sit in my room alone sometimes

And the wind, she whispers her secrets to the night

Her poems.

I sit in my room alone sometimes

And the moon, she fills my world with light

Her poem.

I sit in my room alone sometimes

And cry till the dawn chases away the night

My poem.



Poems aren't made

Poems aren't found

Poems don't come

Poems just are.



A poem isn't just a bird in flight

Or a brightly shining star at night

A poem is a passion, deeply felt

It springs from the heart and nowhere else.