Poem – Hidden Inside

Hidden inside is a treasure of books.
Words that I value are always golden in my mind.
Sweet like the honey dripping from the effort of so many bees.
Sticky with the light of the sun, preciously pure.

Inside arising like the morning sun.
These voices come forth, so familiar, from my past,
They advise this current self as to the truths
Yet hidden behind the rules and veils of egos seeking self-importance.

Words are the flowers of my garden planted to gaze in wonder at the stars.
Multiplying with help from the bees and the birds.
I am a poet that dances with words.

Perhaps I am a dancer making movement into poetry.

~Suzanne Wagner~