The poet

Words that once your lips made sound
Now in silence move around
Although you are dead and gone
They have wonders for me done
When I read your verse I feel
Your existence come to life
If only we this once could call
A moment back and make it real.
I´d become your pupil then,
Learn all you´ve tried to teach about
Love´s heartless reprimand
Which breaks like waves upon our beach
When a soul in silence cries
Instead of breaking off all ties.
Dear old poet, while you lie
Sleeping in your silent grave
The feeling that you gave your verse
Goes on living, and I rehearse
The change of life you propagate
Try to love what most you hate.