leave me not my pen, go and stay with me <br />my immortal dream persuade you to looks <br />at me, dragging every inch of an ink fuse <br />in my nervously happy feeling, eludes the fear <br />of wasting every moment of my day <br /> <br />I have seen the shadow of the night and touch <br />the morning sun where every blink drops of <br />tears sweetens the taste of star, underneath my <br />strand of sweet words it stand....the poem <br /> <br />suite me to every shooting star, from the <br />Milky way to the black whole where nobody <br />understand lives as it turn and run in single day <br />in the sun, only a level of every minute is mute <br />for what ever is told, the hearts of a poet <br />foretold, the meaning of what is a day <br /> <br />enkindle my dream of ecstasy and color my <br />vision of what is beauty, remember me always <br />that for a countless moment of my pen is a life <br />it takes and a particles it bleaks, leave me no <br />more, I am gone forever <br /> <br />oh! my pen, behold you have fold me, to know <br />more than I know, you have bridge me to foresee <br />what every soul has to believe, you have tangle <br />my emotion to write every poise of what is being <br />seen and true, now that you have made and make <br />of what I am today, live with me and be with me <br />until then........I depart……<br /><br />Antonio Liao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-a-day-keeps-the-poet-happy/
