The thoughts put in words

and the words giving thought,

A cycle of emotion,

As put by Frost.

 

The emotions run sweet,

Through my body like cream;

An unreal sensation

like a Midsummer dream.

 

The words of my mother

still close  to my heart:

"Poetry unites us

if we all do a part."

 

The freedom of ink, to me,

is a gift forevermore;

Like the never ending ringing

of the word "Nevermore."

 

The thoughts of my soul 

described only as emotion,

Put into words

with each quick motion.

 

And with my opened eyes I see,

That every thought is free.