The Poet of My Heart

The poet of my heart
arrives at itself
riding on my breath
the stars sliding by
in the quiet night
ride on the waves of my breath
my eyes see the beauty
in all because I breathe
who am I to doubt
that the design
is less than perfect
the tears fall from my eyes
at the joy of love
and also the angst
this world, this life
invites
more
for me to embrace by breath
and share.