If only I could write as she <br />touching the very heart of thee... <br />drawing poets in with every word. <br />She writes with the carelessness <br />of water flowing from a fall that <br />spirals down to a distant cool blue pool. <br /> <br />If only I could write as she <br />tugging at the senses of thee... <br />adoring readers flocking to her visions. <br />She pens with a quill and a giant vat <br />of violet ink that ebbs and swells <br />calligraphy onto a compact yellow pad. <br /> <br />As she were, could I also be, and share as she? <br />I Could Convey a truth filled message that <br />'I have loved hours at Sea' or how 'A prayer' <br />to which one can ponder brings peace... <br />I could share the song ones heart sings 'Only in Sleep' <br />and Yes, 'The dreams of my heart' and hers <br />grow fonder 'Alone' and 'At Sea.' <br /> <br /> <br />(April 10th,2007-Tribute to Sarah Teasdale 1884-1933)<br /><br />Shelley L Baxter Stanley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-she-were-could-i-also-be-and-share-as-she/
