Beloved Poet.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

beloved poet
keep writing till the end.

i like it when you
shut up.

for we are better
being read, or even if not
we are still better
even if not, for now,
perhaps later,

no matter what you call
it, poet or not,
it matters not, for the mind

is crazy, for the fly is
trapped,
for the cave is closed,
though the sea
is overcrowded with its vastness
which is still not
eternity
its waves keep
confusing
lost in the rolling and rolling
and the licking and
licking
on the white thighs of the
shores

beloved poet
write, write and keep on writing,

if you cannot
sing, sing, sing, if you cannot
dance, dance, dance,

without the other
keep doing still, under the moon

if not, under the darkness,
under the light


whatever pleases you
pleases me.