in my dreams last night
you were a poet
who pulled words from
the pale womb of sky
to give them life-
though you arranged them to die
upon your pages
their final resting place
and I thought to myself
there could be no sweeter death or
tomb in which to rest
then the places where your eyes would always turn
to look for meaning
Amberlee Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-poem-12/
