Of Words and Poets

Be still my heart, for thine art

does show thy beauty

like windswept memories

aloft gentle breeze

it takes me to my knees

each sigh –

each rhythm’d phrase

and I raise to meet thee

with pen unsheathed

where light does fade

by firelight.

We shall ponder this tale

You and I

of scattered phrase

of wit and whim

let history be rewrit’

for none shall kneel

before thy pen

and bring words

into existence

that wipe

the weary brow

nor fill the ache

of lonely heart

no, your words

sing truths

no others tell

yes – write!

no matter what you see

for truly, thy beauty

shall be thy hymn.

 

© Sumyanna 2015

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