Sometimes late at night

when the world is quiet and still, if you listen quietly

you can feel beyond  words the destiny you were meant to play

some will call this madness...others will call it

" coming into your own realization"

whatever it is I have felt  even before I wrote a single poem

                    of who I was meant to be

the voice in a world of gray

                                in time there may come a sudden

departure from the world of images and metaphors and

the dawning of  the part and the stage I was meant to be

                  speaking from....only the wise will understand

I can never be what people think I should be

even if I write some wild poetry....often its a reflection of the

man I know I am

a Lover of Words and Shaper of thoughts.....................