Between poetry and me
A promise was made
On the pavement of love
Hands of words held me high
Conforted the heart
Although I am scared of heights
Disturbed by the spotlights
I took the flight
To burn like a fire
Next to his tent
To light the dark
Of his night
The silence sound
Echos inside
it is going
To be alright
Go to sleep now
Open your window
I will come
To visit you
Upon a poem
In your dream
I think this is a wonderfully written poem about your poems. I like the way you showed how your poems come to you. Keep writing!