A poet does translate his heart <br />And inscribes it on a page <br />So forever it might live on <br />Through time and death and age <br /> <br />He cares not what you think of his reasons <br />He cares not, for you don't understand <br />You may think that his ways are just folly <br />For he lives with his heart in his hand <br /> <br />But his heart in his hand be his compass <br />And it guides him wherever he be <br />For the heart as you know it is blind <br />But it knows what the eyes cannot see <br /> <br />His heart, it is a traveler <br />A voyager of many seas <br />Or maybe like the Skylark <br />Soaring high above the trees <br /> <br />Wherever his heart does take him <br />Wherever his heart does stray <br />Whatever he dreams he ventures <br />And his heart does lead the way <br /> <br />Pity the poet if wished <br />Mock his heart pure and true <br />Laugh at what you cannot grasp <br />But honor him I do<br /><br />Catlin L. Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poets-heart/
