Because I Love Them Poem by Phil Soar

Because I love them, all my words are effortless
When I think of them, it brightens my life

To type my words gives me a purpose
If they are read by one person, I am pleased

If not, they may sit on a blank canvas and wait
For someone to eventually fall for them, like I did

As memory falters in old age, I might miss them
Yet they will still be there

Mindful of my wish to compose something that does them justice
These words that come to my mind

Even when I am sleeping they sometimes arouse me
And I cannot rest until I love them

Make notes in my notebook
Kept by the bedside

Unable to forget them until they are written
And once they are noted, they are forgotten

Strange how my mind plays these tricks
My star sign depicts who I am, and why my mind is what it is

Sometimes in the dead of night, they populate my cells
Breaking down my feelings into stanzas

Encouraging me to think better of myself
Stretching my imagination

Thought processes I don't ever understand
Though they have been with me as long as I can remember

I would drift away during school hours, staring through a window
Painting scenes with my words

Writing notes to strangers
Searching for friendship through this talent

Writing poems that lift the mood
Reciting them in my mind with effortless ease

Until the moon wanes
For that seems to be the catalist

Lunar movement entices me
To wax lyrical

A fixation that will be with me always
Words........I love them