A poet is a dreamer who\'s ears are his heart
A term schemer molding word clay his art
Cracks the shell, peals away skin of what others see
Taps the well, feels water within, clears away debris
Past in present sung, bathes in emotion all day long
Pen for tongue, in feeling ink sings his song
In drops of pain in black dye rain tells the truth in lies
Reflected stain of nature explain in mirrored paper skies