Paper

Her words come to me
And I fall in love with her longing, her hope
She dances like an angel on her paper
While her feet stand still before us
She hides in her hope
Hidden by the light inside
And shines like the secrets in her poetry’s lines
You lie and say you’ve never loved
As you walk through life like no other
The love of innocence, the blood of poets
That innocence those who surround you have lost
That same loss that falls and fades
And kills the innocence left, that of the longing
Love and long for love
Until if ever it’s lost
Then remember these lines
And surpass these souls
Truly unable to realize the cost

ⓒ 2004 Shawn Michael Quinn