Poet’s Ink

I am in love with the word Rejection now 

The folder with poems which couldn’t see the light,

Those dreams buried somewhere 

Those flowers which I painted that night

It’s all there in those poems

Waiting to smile.

Wonder what will happen

To those words which spoke to me once.

I muse if there’s a buyer out there

Who will take them and lend me 

A moon which is not stained with 

Poet’s ink.

I dream if there are stars out there

Waiting to speak.

I wait for those poems to breathe.