Poetry, she says,

Poetry, she says,
poetry is eternity,

let the sound and silence break through the barriers of time,
let the existence of different letters craft their ways into words,
into meaning, into love, into greatness, into poetry,

Poetry is the cereal we eat for breakfast,
the way we promise ourselves we will wake up earlier tomorrow,
Poetry puts the morrow in tomorrow,
puts the life in today,

poetry draws the pathway towards acceptance,
leads towards forgiveness,
is the beacon when we are drowning,
the last bit of oxygen when we feel suffocating,

Poetry is the sweet scent of cinnamon pretzels lingering on the corners of your lips,
so taste it in the warmth of the glowing sun,
Poetry is birthday candles,
castle building in the pillow soft sand,
while watching the ocean and the shoreline kiss,

Poetry is butterflies tingling in your stomach in the arms of your first love,
arcade games, standing under street lights smiling ,

Poetry is wishing for endless tomorrows,
thankful for each today

Poetry, she says,
Poetry is eternity.