Poetry...? Poem by Gil Gregorio

Poetry...?
It's the universe of celestial beauty
and the song of the spirit...
It's the infinite wisdom
hidden within by every verse:
A confounded passion of the self.

It's one of the splendors of creativity
relishing the universe within...
It's the offspring of the person unknown,
the human personality within itself.

It's chimerical avenue of pain and joy
and the outward expression of both...
The finite and infinite character
of things felt, seen or unseen by eyes.

It's a universe in itself - a myth
of the stars and the planets...
The milky way of the unfounded truths,
the joy of galaxies of uncolored thoughts!

A breathe of air in an empty watercup.
Poetry then is who you are...is it?