loquacious

the makings of a poet - a story

he told me her hair was auburn
her eyes sparkling topaz
when I asked who she was
he just smiled and waved a hand

he told me she was a friend
he told me she who he adored
his talk about her had no end
a vibrant melody stuck by a chord

and then came that day
where he ran to my side
telling me his feelings he wanted to say
his excitement he could no longer hide

then he ran to me again
tears streaming from his cheeks
said he told her what he felt by pen
sobbing as he speaks

I told him to calm down
I told him to make a poem
about his smile and frown
about the letters and the freedoms

into a poet he became
into a poet he was
he wrote about where he came
he wrote about what he saw last

now I see him growing
now I see he smiled
now I see him healing
from the past he was once beguiled