Diamond In A Poet
Sometimes I chase a poet in my concentrated dreams,
Running far behind him I see him dropping things;
One which caught my eye, a flashy diamond ring.
Berly got a glimpse for it wasn't braud daylight,
Once more in my dreams he shadowed in the night.
Walking back to that same spot and hopes to find the
gorgeous ring, found at last, half the night lingering.
I'm over joyed to have it holding and give a
little sigh of laughter, seconds to that moment