I went into myself

				once
				when the hush
				I sought

				became a rush
				and the rush
				became

				a burning
				that became
				poetry

				if you ask me
				what poetry 
				is

				I will tell you
				it is a hush
				in a dark room

				I will tell you
				it is a rush		
				of feelings

				and a stream
				that flows
				through shaded windings

				but should
				you ask me
				of the burning

                   I will tell you
				it is but a burning
				and the burning

				does not consume