bound poet


Submissive sits alone
never serving One
what is it he looks for
what is now not known

He writes in the haze
filling words with light
but when will he find
where is the end of days

He has a Mistress all know
but always comes alone
the poet bound unbound
learning but can not grow

he looks and he smiles
but laughter less then tears
words sad or happy
he writes away the whiles

oh poet why do you look
for what you have already
time is always moving
giving what has long been took