The Poet Poem by Frank (Black) Blacharczyk

The Poet



I am a pretender a preacher a dreamer
And you move inside my head on clouds like a queen
I am your unworthy subject then you whispered my name
A dreamer a poet who's always searching for the right word
A fallen leaf carried by the wind here there everywhere
Your touch knight's me and we play in my fool's paradise
Squeezed my hand and we flew above the clouds
Lovers who do the impossible here there everywhere
In a world that doesn't exist
I am a pretender a dreamer a preacher a poet
A drifter who sees a world that doesn't exist

Frank Black Blacharczyk

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