the poem-world

When they ask where I am,
tell them I've gone.
Gone to the poem-world,
the roam-world,
far-from-the-known-world.

When they ask what I'm doing,
sing them a song.
A song from the poem-world,
the gloom-world,
full-moon-world.

When they ask when I'll be home,
tell them I may be long.
Just one more journey through the poem-world,
the alone-world,
plans-postponed-world.

When they tear me from the clouds,
let them have their way.
I'll return from the poem-world
with something to say!