To Poets

The comet-tails of all your fallen tears,
the sorrows that you must not ever show,
the heartbreak and the sacrifice of years,
there’s nothing that I do not want to know.

There’s something here. I knew it right away
and now I want to know what lies beneath
the blemishes you gaze at in dismay,
the wounds and scars, the losses and the grief.

I’ll share myself with truth and without shame.
Down here, we’ll trade our secrets in the dark.
I’ll write and read and you can do the same,
just wistful dreamers breathing on a spark.

I’ll ask for nothing you won’t want to give
I’ll only ask that what you give is true.
I know for sure it’s where I want to live;
a hidden world of love and truth and you.