In another lifetime
I was William Blake
When I saw his work
That was my take
He wrote about love
And the human heart
I thought I was him
Right from the start
He wrote about London
Tiger burning bright
His influence looms
In whatever I write
He wrote about life
The human abstract
I hope I was him
I hope it is fact
I flatter myself
To think I was him
Deep down I know
The chances are slim
His mystical presence
Burns like a fire
To be like him
Is to what I aspire
(Published by The Society of Classical Poets Literary Journal February 11, 2018 and Lone Stars Poetry Magazine, Fall 2020)