Present, Past or Future,

The One that fills my every dream,And makes my life a joy, supreme.The whole wide world’s not big enough,To hold this Love, I love so much,It fills the Sea, the Heavens too,This miracle of loving You.

And open our minds,And subdue our wrath.In us is a promise of joy,A Light of Life,A tremendous strength,We must employ,For the Good and the good of All,Listen to Life’s promise,To it’s miraculous Call.

My answer was,I believe inBeauty, Art and Love,Of which there never,Is enough.

Your Melody is Life to me,Beloved, dearest PoetryWithout you, I am lost.

Sometimes a mental mockery,Sometimes a mental tragedy,Transforming harsh reality,Emotions, feelings speed ahead,With abstract paintings in your head.A dance expressive does begin,Where hidden passions feel like Sin,Acceleration, tension mounts,Then only Writing is What counts.That’s how the Poet’s World explodes!In sudden spurts, emotion grows,And when the Festive Lights beginYou don’t know if you’ll lose or win.

There’s an Explosion and a lesion,That cuts right thru an unknown zone,These are the great Poetic Visions,The sounding paintings, Metaphors,And words that cross just every Season,And leave you richer than before.