Prospective Poetry

So I remember when my sixth grade English teacher asked the class to define poetry, I was the only one to offer an answer. "Mrs. Luettgen," I told her, "poetry is pouring your soul into words..." Even now all these years later I still like that simple defintion of poetry, and if you asked me that same question she asked us, I would give you this same story. But anyways, at random and sundry times I will throw some poetry in here between the traditional writing (which I DO prefer), just to make myself feel more well-rounded. And special :) So here be sample 1...

Fire and Moonbeams:

You; the spark that that lights souls afire,
Here in my arms, tempting Desire
You; my ghost with silver eyes,
Testing Perspective with your innocent guise
You; the keen and kindly sin,
Guiding lost hearts by your winter-white skin
You; the sad songbird that calls others sing;
Surviving on moonbeams, those frailest of things…

You; of fire and moonbeams wrought,
My slowest of poisons that cannot be fought.

Ha ha, hope you liked it, (and I promise I won't feel bad if you didn't). Poetry... funny stuff...