A poet does translate his heart
And inscribes it on a page
So forever it might live on
Through time and death and age

He cares not what you think of his reasons
He cares not, for you don't understand
You may think that his ways are just folly
For he lives with his heart in his hand

But his heart in his hand be his compass
And it guides him wherever he be
For the heart as you know it is blind
But it knows what the eyes cannot see

His heart, it is a traveler
A voyager of many seas
Or maybe like the Skylark
Soaring high above the trees

Wherever his heart does take him
Wherever his heart does stray
Whatever he dreams he ventures
And his heart does lead the way

Pity the poet if wished
Mock his heart pure and true
Laugh at what you cannot grasp
But honor him I do

Catlin L. Crawford

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poets-heart/