You are the poem amid my head.
The singing song that makes me red.
From truth and lie, I chose instead.
The poem you are amid my head.

You have a hold upon my heart.
I mustn’t move, for if I start.
The flourished feeling soon will part.
You are the poem amid my heart.

I feel the feeling each time I walk.
Drowns deep within the speech I talk.
But time goes fast among the clock.
Until the time with you I walk.

Deep within a lifelong dream.
The first and only one that’s seen.
My thought inside and what it means.
That you are the poem amid my dream.

Copyright ©2001 Joseph Michael Egan