The Poet

An ocean of ink

A pen on the brink

Of understanding the poet 

An ocean of mud 

The color of blood 

Out of the heart of a poet 

An ocean of tears 

Daggers and spears 

Haven’t yet killed the poet 

An ocean of water 

Hands of the potter

Crafted the heart of the poet 

An ocean of love 

Is barely enough 

To hold the words of the poet