Rowing from sunken hell
Back to forgotten lands
Legs unready for earth
Slamming genius poetic art
So go tiny minds
Lost in central thought
Unaware of truth's reality
Making love to mirror
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn