In a man\'s heart, a poet does reside
in a sojourn, far from where reveries abide.
His soul is adrift on those gleeful seas
seemingly lost in his world of reveries.
Using them, he watches the words to find
and forms the thoughts that dance in his mind.
Seemingly stunned by his world so grand
as he unravels this uncharted, unseen land.
The world around him fades into the mists
as he moves away from the world he desists.
Gazing at the beauty that he doth see
imperfectly perfect yet filled with ecstasy.
Ah! He loses himself in his world profound
using his quill he uncovers the treasures he found,
as if they broke the shackles and set him free
to roam in the world of words in his reverie.
And on his settee, where he lies
in a brooding mood, he solemnly sighs
the memories of that world come to he
bringing him joy and setting his spirit free.
So though he writes as a lonely soul
his jocund reveries make him whole.
In his heart, this world to forever stay
as a source of muse along his life’s way.