Liquid gold,
I’ve sailed the oceans,
To project a life
So empty,
Artic circles
Were less cold,
I’ve climbed
Bare mountains,
Thinking I would
Easily find,
Rarefied air
That makes all love,
Seem kind,
Yet all I found
Was thinning oxygen
That made it difficult
To breath,
And get of Life
That thrilling hold
That only, Love
Can give,
Not being forced
Or even told.
For Poets leave no stone of life untouched,And Yes, sometimes Life is sad and hurts so much!Yet, there are Roses to be grown,Seas to open, fields to roam,Roads to discover that lead to Rome,There is still Hope that humanity,One day will live in peace,And that the Whole World will be enlightened,As once was Ancient Greece
On a Merry-go-round,It’s difficult not to get dizzy,Or have your head not pound.Clarity, Answers, Safety,Searched, but never really found,The process is slow, we’re lazy,If we make it,How many more centuries, ?To be going, round and round.
You can’t go wrongThe feeling is so absoluteSo strong!Like a new found birth,In life’s endless song.
There’s a special aura that surrounds,Enhancing more than just physical charms,That explains Love’s absolute surrender.
At the same time,That’s what greatPoems do!The formulaHas not been divulgedSorry,I’d like to know it too.
A World, perfumed illusion,That enhances poet’s, sight.Thru Roses, scarlet color,Perfume and nectar flow,Thru Love we open power,The best we’ll ever know,Thru music we hear Poetry,With which our feelings grow.
