Like a caressing melody,
For I can hear their symphony,
A quick rhyme here,
A sonic flare,
And then there’s lightning,
Everywhere.
My beating heart,
Begins to dance,
I write as if,
I’m in a trance,
I see the World,
Now, at one glance,
And feel the joy,
Of true Romance.
Mysterious words,
That talk to me,
And make me feel,
Such Ecstasy,
You are my World,
My fantasy,
The promised land,
Of Poetry.
Poetry isSo full of grace,It sooths the heart,With blessed words,Sometimes,The loveliest, ever heard.
JustDon’t you dare!Take my dreams,Away!That,SomedayMany will be good,Kindness understood,Hate will be buriedAnd buried, Stay!
And hopelessly we descend,Into the private hell,Of our own reality.We are as we are,We are who we are,In our diminished capacity,To understand the private hell,We ourselves have made so well!
That communicateTruthfully,Knowledge and pain,Wanting to shareAnd to spare,Since, they do care.However,And, au contraire,Fools are, everywhere,Disrupting,All that’s good and fair.
It just might be,My life-giving Potion,My Lifeline to Emotion!Feeling and Feelings,Are Everything!In constant motion,Like a magic train,That pushes us, along,Into worlds, unknown,Please accept my devotion!Then, there’s Mystery,And the Why?The unanswered questions,And the Innermost Cry,The vital search for Love,Before you die.
From some placeBut cannot place,The Place,All I knowYou are familiar to meWith no face,Anonymously, known.Who are you?Tell me, please!Someone,From some otherLife,That, once, perhaps I knew?Or saw?All I know,I love your verseFor you’re a poet too,And maybe somedayWe can meet,Someplace,A Place,We once, together knew.
