Saw the poet’s eyes in those words

Searching her in himself,

Was quite a mystic..

Amidst pleasures that mystic peace brings
sought in free music of rains, birds, fish that never use words and a meditating verse inspired,

Him……..

The poet’s eyes.

From the rains to verse to birds to fish,
His, the Poet’s knowing!

On a canvas
Drew the peace,

Saw it ascend around a gazing poem

That reflected the sky in the sea across life ..