A Poem

Like the Wolf in the nights he Howls the poetry
And it echoes in the silent woods on the cold winter nights,
Like the clouds in the sky with no destination
No where to go, traveling where the winds carry them
Wonder if his poems are like a vagabond!

Hitch hiking a readers mind. Being there for that moment
And disappearing the next moment like the shooting stars
All a child can do is enjoy the moment and remember it
Try to grab a cloud because it appears close
All it does it slip away... A poem is like the cloud!

Look at it like a dragon and it transforms into one
Imagine it to be a butterfly and it dazzles one with its beauty
Imagine it to be anything... 

The Poet says

 "The poems are born from imaginations.
And To Live is to Imagine!!!