I Have a Thousand Poems

 

I have a thousand poems suffering to get out

 

If only I could find the voice to cut and slice and shout 

 

To the heavens look at me 

 

I have visions you should see 

 

Of how I lived and loved and flew 

 

Through blissful clouds and storm clouds too 

 

And shook the earth with such a roar 

 

That woke the heavens as I soared 

 

Now the mighty thoughts have fled 

 

But sometime as I lie in bed 

 

I dream again of blue stretched skies 

 

And once again my spirits rise.