Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Star Dust


I keep my eyes restrained
Thoughts from every heart
I walk my walk and talk my talk
The well of knowledge drained

I look outside my window
Too many voices too many spares
Time is finite for me to wallow
Wounds from hearts and all cares

Then what is the role of the poet?
The barometer of feelings
The measurements of know it
Exposing fate's dealings

Rain, hail, gale, and fail
Drain, strain, plain and pain
Spirits marching on my rail
Begging my heart to train

Love, Eros, lust and must
Gusts, fuss, rust and just
Ghost from all angel dust
Seeking my spirits' thrust

To weave them to ripe
Orphaned words yielding trust
Gathering in my stanzas
Born to life from my star dust

Submitted: Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, September 19, 2012

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Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
September 18,2012

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