Where does poetry hide?
In the darkness?
Is that where it adbides?
I am not sure
I wonder this day to day
Thinking for hours
I want to know what to say
It's a difficult question
Then I realize
In a moment of revelation
It is before my very eyes
I couldn't believe myself
That I couldn't see
It was there
In front of me
I know where it abides
In the light and beauty
Is where poetry hides
