East coast poet, <br />If you have fallen, you have fallen <br />From a heavenly place <br />To bring enlightenment <br />To the ordinary spaces <br />In which mortals live <br />With such tenderness and longing <br />But for which they are lacking <br />The ability to adequately express <br />Those wondrous and life-giving emotions. <br /> <br />But you breathe life and hope <br />Into all their gentle caresses; <br />You illuminate the way <br />Little girls and mothers <br />Wear their dresses; <br />You document <br />The heartbreak of unkindness <br />And the failure of appreciation <br />Between people in hurtful relationships. <br /> <br />Here in the Midwest, I have fallen in love <br />With red roses trailing white picket fences; <br />But neither the roses nor the fences belong to me, <br />But if I ever meet you, I will at least steal the roses <br />And place them in your lap. <br /> <br />Tonight, I will dream of your mother’s finger <br />Entwining your hair when you were only a small girl; <br />And if I step into the moonlight, I’m certain I’ll cry.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-an-east-coast-poet/
