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.
Said the Nightingale,As the love of the MoonIt pretended to win,Disguised,As a singing Swan.
Flashing on to words and sounds,Light that follows, newly found.
Poets defy,With their rhythmic cry,Thru all our times,The odds.And if words make it,Out of their pen,What joy is felt,Forever, then!
No need for words,Oneness, speaks,Deeply,So only two can hearFeel,The Love,That’s far and nearAnd, endlessOut of TimeChallenging, fear.
Under it’s fortunate tune,That Uplifts us to the moon,Romantic Melodies,Piano Concertos played with ease,That so much the Soul can please,Piano of my youthful days,My first Love in every way,I Pray, never stop speaking to me,And in my heart forever be!
And sing the freedomsOf Sea and Soul,Some poemsNot all,Are written feelings,That can pierceRight thru the soul,Yes, written Feelings,And you have but to surrender,To the incredible Magic of it all.Poetry is so Unique,With emotional devotionThe poet speaks, from the heartThere is no other wayFor Poetry transmitsNot only wordsBut also feelings that can speakInvisibly, harmoniouslyTo all othersDirectly…
