Poetry: We are the Poem

We are the poem,

We are the love,

We are the dream.

 

Our hearts a blank canvas,

Our lives a journey,

Our souls a mystery.

 

With each breath, we paint

The colors of our existence,

A unique masterpiece in time.

 

We are born of stardust,

Woven into the fabric of the universe,

Connected by an unseen thread.

 

So let us dance, create, and inspire,

For in every moment,

We are the poem.

 

E. Laurence Bake