To write the best,
The most profound,
I can,
My feelings,
Thru most words,
I sound.
The quest,
To touch the sky
Or at least, try
The unknown heavens
Poetically, mystify,
Where perfection lies
And rose colored dreams,
Abound.
The Stars,
Lights without sound,
The Soul,
Lifting us up
From the ground
Love,
The summit of every life,
When found.
All at once,Are written,No hesitation,Just inspiration,Does not often happenBut when it does,‘What a Feeling! ‘Secret, MysticalDevine Sensation,Pure Creation!
Thinking, thinking,All the time,Loving poetry,His greatest crime.Poets, redefine things,Enlighten things,Create feelings from words,In case you hadn’t heard.
The Soul’s confession,Can’t through it off!It’s like a desperate obsession,Each day, you want and feel more,Annoying procession,That ads up your score
All they can thru might,They live blindly in their tower,Crushing most of what is right.
Cradles me softly,With Emerald ease,There is a calm,A sweet refrain,A certain song,That seem to wane,All vital pain.The Peace of Trees,Life giving, breeze,Your calm is like,A newborn psalm,Life giving Green,Leafy Arcade,Of Life and Love,All trees are made.
A painting, do that tooBut Love’s another storyThat, no one can createFor you,
