A Writer Poem by welkin siskin

I to a lengthy distance waded
Sitting by the window till the sun faded,
reading between the lines of your writing— vast and deep.
In the twilight after I a cup of coffee sipped.
Gained I knowledge of the manifold nature
Which seemed to me uncalled for.
In those tales unwritten, I find poetry unmatched
Like the stories unfetched.
You, a writer of various form
You left memories full, bitterness some.
@ Welkin siskin