Pleasing to the ear,
But spiritually, more fit.
There is an invisible rhythm,
Born to Poetry
That heightens language’s prism,
And keeps it in memory.
There is an internal sweetness,
Sole to Poetry,
That tenderly speaks to lovers,
So they know what Love can be.
And I just melt away,In the warmth of your embrace.
Oh Endless sea!You and meFar reaching,Castles in the sandOf blue toned fantasies,Ever changing, ever youngMysterious silent filter,Where all life has onceBegun.Since forever, you inspireDreams of emerald fantasiesSailing, sailingDeep blue waters,Inspiration, blue translationInto waves of poetry.
As in Governments,Nothing rare,One side of the coin isFor public consumption,The other, for whenNobody’s there.
Is there anything,Better?When roses smile,Life is magnificent!At least, for a while.When hearts beat faster,Love may comeIn the formOf sweet disaster,It’s never easyTo loveIn fact,It’s complicated,You can no longerLive,Without being duplicated.
Are Nothing,Compared to the Pain,When a loved one dies.
But Love never dies,It’s too precious.
