If I am not a Poet


If I am not a poet
Why does my heart bleed?
If I am not a poet
Why do the seasons of the year
break my heart with their beauty?
If I am not a poet
Why does the sweet whistle
of carefree man and bird
fill me with longing?
Why do I yearn and my soul burn
for something that I know not
I see not
I hear not
but only Feel?
Why do the very clouds
rest with their weight upon me
bending me like a willow
until my misted eyes touch the ground
If I am not a poet
What is this sadness that engulfs me?
Why do I seek a happiness
that seems to be beyond the stars
beyond the Heavens
beyond the grasp of man?
if I am not a poet