Power

We draw in the same air
But he exhales poetry.
I put my pen to paper but
He convenes with the muses.
I draw a beautiful line
But he shakes the mana from heaven.
So why do I not shrink under this shadow;
feel belittled against this greatness?
Because my gifts lay subtle in the
Heart and in the recesses of
The brain and I have the power
To bring this one to his knees
With a smile of understanding, a kiss of simple kindness
And with the ability to see him
Naked and vulnerable to the power of love.