A Poet's Words..

A poet uses words...
 like the clouds use the rain,
warming each soul, 
with drops of comfort,
whether with a chilling shiver...
or a refeshing awakening

 As each... feels something different
 when they experience... the sensation
of  each drop of water
 falling into their world.. softly,
 or each word...piercing

  The words of a poet... very often
 fall lightly...like snow
 on one's tongue..
each individual  flake
 unique... in it's own way,
 pleasing to the senses ...
yet disappearing...
after settling into the mind

 As thoughts of love
come from a place...deep within,
 yes .. even a heart of stone
 can develop cracks

 For time...can outlast and break
the heaviest of hearts..
 and love...will never die,
as it remains in the center
 of any mind ..
forever