in my dreams last night <br />you were a poet <br />who pulled words from <br />the pale womb of sky <br />to give them life- <br />though you arranged them to die <br />upon your pages <br />their final resting place <br /> <br />and I thought to myself <br />there could be no sweeter death or <br />tomb in which to rest <br />then the places where your eyes would always turn <br />to look for meaning<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-poem-12/
