At times, I wish to write,
A poem,
To describe a scene,
Or, a feeling within.

I can't think of words,
To say,
Words, that would rhyme at least,
A few lines.

I need, to cross that barrier,
Into your mind,
To reach, your thoughts,
Hoping, you understand mine.

To describe, A rose, her perfume,
The morning drops, of dew,
To implant, those images, in your mind,
Is all, I wish to do.

Deep, into your mind,
As my poetry, you read,
I hope, you'll never forget them,
In due time.

By: William Bonilla.......6/18/02