THE DREAM OF A POET

THE DREAM OF A POET

The dream becomes a poet
In charm that could be greater
And I know this path already color
Also I recognize, time and form,
How much truth is now informs
And as the draws for us was better,
Life made into beads of perspiration
Expressed and conceived law and norm,
My world would not have better luck
Were it not for how much I try and comfort me
Generating excitement when this dominates
The fight presents itself and without chance
The entire range is desired short
And rare moth and crystal star.


MARCOS LOURES