You're An Artist At Heart Poem by William Baez

Delighting in the dark and damp places
Where young ones avoid and the older find solace in.
Where broken hearts feel right at home.
And the sunshine avoids the area.
And the fading smoke chokes this crying poet alone.
Surcease of tears, surcease of hugs,
Lives the shadow.
Between the tender kiss of love
And the warming gentle hug,
Lives the shadow.
And oh how the shadow has reared himself a throne.

While the busy world grinds on unnoticing of his oasis of solitude.

And he looks on at the rushing sea of this world,
Not caring for its magnitude.
Never knowing its loves,
Could not take from the same joys,
Nor shed tears at the same sorrows.
And the world passes on
While his thoughts prance on.
Into a nothing fantasy of nothing real
Of nothing to ever be.