It is whispered among the five elements of life,
a poet does write boldly with powers of
Earth, Fire, Water and Air.
They hush..... when gently he writes.
Ancients peek over his shoulder
and speak to his heart.
Unaware, he does not see, he is the "one,"
who passed through the nightmare of dreams.
Transformed, a new lights sonnet of dawn.
Powerfully rising each morn.
Unspoken hopes and dreams,
he catches in our poems.
Blessings he casts upon our sleeping souls.
Messages of encouragement.
Comments of growth,
feasted upon even the strongest of poets.
His humor and laughter does tickles our toes.
What a joy it is... the beauty
of a Dreamcatcher at hand, a dearest friend.
Where all my good dreams, and lessons
learned do not disappear...
in the twilight of dawn.
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