Flowing in waves
What comes first?
The idea or the rhyme,
Or is feeling, the sign?
There’s no written order
Nor universal formula,
Inspiration is magical
And just like
Temptation, it happens
Like rain falling
Or the miracle
Of Love’s
Incredible, calling.
Our History bears witness,To That!Some of us have good moments,That’s all,The rest of the time,We’re torments,Trouble,Destructive children,That fall.
Minds soar,And reach the Sky,In search of Harmony,Then Melody takes hold,And raptures mind and soul,You feel that Life is good,And death is not it’s goal.
So much a part of life and yet,It’s what kills life, the best,Bitter reminder of our living debt,To Time,That neither young nor old,Can easily forget.
Unconformity, love lostAs gray shadows, hurt the mostEvocation, only brings,More nostalgia for lost things.
The deepest feelings,Insert into Life,Amazing ceilingsOf pleasure and sentiment.That is why I call you,Dearest,Because you,You are the summit,Of whatever my life has meant,Or ever knew,My Dearest, only you!
Man creates his own Adversity,But runs when it is near.
