sometimes, <br />some wonder times, <br />I read a poem here and <br />instantly want, because <br />of the love of poetry <br />or goodness, or truth, or beauty, or <br />whatever, to <br />live the life <br />of the poet who <br />wrote it <br /> <br />though <br /> <br />on reflection <br />that might not work out <br />or, I might not know <br />I'd exchanged lives! <br />but <br /> <br />at the moment I thought it <br />the thought was pure because <br />thanks to poetry <br />and the very human poet <br />our hearts were indeed <br />as one <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(for Oscar Mireles)<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0257-when-the-heart-melts/
