as freshly risen mornings dew.

You enchant me with your rhymes,

 but I must ask who are you?

For I see your joy

 And  feel the passing of your pain,

I watch from a follower’s distance,

 daring not to gain.

I look for you with eagerness

 and long to contemplate your day,

I wait in muted silence

 and trace the line that points your way.

Yet still to myself,

 this question I ask…

who are you?

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Who are you,

that makes the world shine?

Who are you,

That captivates my mind?

Oh yes…maker of rhymes,

Who are you?

J. Allen Wilson © 2004