Diamond In A Poet Poem by Jorge Loera

Sometimes I chase a poet in my concentrated dreams,
Running far behind him I see him dropping things;
One which caught my eye, a flashy diamond ring.
Berly got a glimpse for it wasn't braud daylight,
Once more in my dreams he shadowed in the night.
Walking back to that same spot and hopes to find the
gorgeous ring, found at last, half the night lingering.
I'm over joyed to have it holding and give a
little sigh of laughter, seconds to that moment
all my joy is plastered. For I cannot seem to
bare that it's me I'm chasing after. I stood
in disbelief for this ring belongs to me, I couldn't
clear my head while this ring is all I see.
Now rising many questions, dont't know if right or wrong;
I asked myself, 'or is it me I'm running from? '
Oh how I wished this ring can speak, for the diamond
holds my truths the poet cannot keep. So why do I
keep chasing, but never come to meet? , well that
poet in my dreams, you see; it's me.