When I no longer feel alive,
I see great paintings and revive,
Or watch a classic, flowing film,
That lights the room however dim.
I love all Art,
For art is life,
All that we carry way inside,
The best of life’s spiritual rite
That moves our sentimental tide
All that transcends and reaches wide,
That brings us close and so to find
The link between us and divine.
Feelings that hideNo more,Opening doorsRoses,Perfuming thoughtsLoving tendernessBeautiful words,Spoken music,Just waiting to accompanyHeart and mind,Trying to unravelMysteriesThat from usUsually hide,Yes!Poetry, Poetry, PoetryLove’s creation,From the very depthsOf our soulTaking us,Even to ecstasy,Lovingly,Poetry’s, spiritual callA thrilling moment,Of beauty and purityTo thankfully,recall.
That goes beyond the eyes,That softly magnifies,The meaning of all Love,Giving Life its deepest ties,Saying, ‘Love’s forever, love’Even still, after we die.
Artificial CommunicationsAre here to stay!As we moveFarther and farther, Away!From each other…
Pencil.A good home,Some inspirationWhich I hopeWill stayNot roam,That’s all I needTo happy be,And never feelTotally desperateOr alone.
Surrounding Glory,Of images, of feelings,That emerge like,Scintillating lightsIn spurts, that hurt,Like giving birth,And then, your poetic childIs born, it’s there,He’s gloriously ‘fair’And he becomes yours,Forever, to share,In every breath you take,And you slowly,Glide away together,Like, pure white Swans,In Love, floatingUpon Life’s Crystal Lake.
To know a person Well,Who you may have thought was Paradise,Was truly Devil’s Hell!
