Does anyone Love original poetry?  I mean things written by the “unknown poets” that just want to express themselves..  This one was sent to me once…

To the realm of soft elusion, floating on waves of air, seagulls drift effortlessly on the evening sky. On a distant shoreline, she waves to me, and all my thoughts of sleep become dream. To the path of my bright lit way, the streams of my fortunes there abound. Giving me the power to be unafraid, that in my mind I fly to her, on wings of angel’s song.