I don’t write poetry
I capture it in the world
Where every fabric of existence
Is laced with eloquence
And just like a butterfly that flutters by
I let it enter with me
As I open my heart wide
Like the Catcher in the Rye
When I see it I try to catch it
Most of the time it escapes
But sometimes I’m able to snatch it
Dress it in rhythmical clothes
Lock it up with words
Then the world is not only
Poetry that I can see
But now it’s something I can read
And when I read
I Capture the feeling all over again
Of being able to see
Of to believe
That this world is grander than
What we dream
And that is poetry
Not what you write
But what you capture
What you experience the meaning of life to be
Finding the magical in reality
Being awake and yet still living in a dream