Lost Poem

I hope somebody reads this poem

I cannot hope to write it all alone

All words become much stranger things

Images traveling on wayward wings

Off they fly into the great unknown!

For that is the nature of each poem

Thought to word, word to thought

The original poem is surely lost!

Thus, here I cannot tell you how I feel.

Thus, here this poem cannot be real.

You are free to read it as you will

Be careful, watch how images kill

This poem is balanced on its edge

It being more than what was said

It is another poem now in your mind

The Lost poem we can never find.