Here’s a thought,
For everyone looking for one,
One that will shatter those walls,
And cut down the wired fences.
Here’s a thought that will join
All that has been torn apart
That should never have separated.
There is a vision in one’s mind
That is born a few years after us,
An idea that we hope we will always remember,
The poems we write, recite,
Mirror this idea
Every poem carries an undercurrent
A kind of shadow
Superimposed against the page.
Life is poetry in a way.
We choose to live in rhyme,
We choose to roam free,
We choose, and that’s what makes us, us:
A poem, written among stars
Letting the silence know