Imagination, my dearest friend,
Ever since I met you when I was a child...

To write a story in free verse
is to let the prose in you go berserk...

If tomorrow comes Poetry
like she did today...

To awake one day and be
a lightbulb in your head...

To feel my love be born
And then to see it'll grow...

Poetically,
I must be dying...

Shhh...
The night is quiet...

I came to be nothing but a shell
swayed by ocean waves...

And it's true, all this time,
I've been like a lagoon...

War, I rearranged your letters,
And I found out...

Lord
You are not the sun across the mountains...

Oh moon, full with pride,
Strolling through the sky at night...