It's Not. Poem by Kevin East

It's not what you look at
But what you see.
An apple is a poem
That fell from a tree.
Into the lap
Of a scribe like me.

It's not what you think
But what you feel.
Love on the brink
Turns fantasy real.
Youth should never ponder.
Age should never squander.
Tears of blood upon a page
Eventually congeal.

It's not what you say
But what you do.
Nobody talked the black night blue.
Kisses on a card
- A dying flame that charred,
Extinguished before it grew.
No Tango was free of pounding heart.
Words dancing on ice, no fire could start.
Do it now sweet lovers.
Before fate takes your part.