Impossible dreams are dreamt

When torn apart, we were,And now my days flow into night,Love’s light is never there.Outside, the daily movements,Of life seem to take place,Inside my lonely mountain,I cannot find my place.Life roars past like a lion,At such a hurried pace,You turn around,And all is gone,In such a senseless race.Neurosis is an ailment,Of body and of soul,It…

(I never do, anyway, shhh)Have a fling with the Moon,And talk to the Night,I want to be free,And grow Wings that travel,To full Liberty.I’m so very tired,Of the madness around,I want to take off,And never touch ground.

A painting with colors never imagined,The ‘haut couture’ that Nature has fashioned.

Extraordinary,In its kindness,Embracing All,With poetic blindness,Loving All,Regardless,Of creed, race or religion,Poetry, always,Universal Vision.

They exchange lists,Of thoughts and feelings,That converge,And make themSlightly less absurd.But what poets understand, the best,Are the elements that come together,To feather, other poet’s nests.

Without a wordNot even saidYet they expressDeepest caressOf Love, sometimesThe very best.