The poems became metaphors- <br />They took off like meteors, <br />They turned into shimmering white almond tree beauty- <br />They danced- <br />They went home <br />They became sick and died- <br />They did everything a human being and a non- human being could try to do - <br />They were nothing and they were everything- <br />They turned the sky white and blue on its darkest day <br />And made the nights green- <br />Oh they were something else the poems when they became metaphors- <br />And still now, <br />They are rising up and going deep into a different universe, <br />No one not even the most quiet eyes can ever fully dream-<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poems-became-metaphors/
