In a world of poems escapes the world,
the glimmer, the lights, the swirl.
In verses fancy, speeches gold,
so dances the tune, the girl.
Raptured ears and open hearts,
captured fears as words sink.
On open pages truth larks,
plays engraved poets think.
Isolate, alone and the seas,
on the shore sits the pen.
Knowledge blown by the breeze,
as if from some secret ken.
Art emboldened upon the page,
of strokes of ink not paint.
Mixed a wisdom like a sage,
and all a love but faint.
To journey beyond horizons,
and uncover the Unseen.
Beyond the sun risen,
and the rays and the gleam.
So the worlds of poems escapes the world,
the glimmer, the lights, the swirl.
In verses fancy, speeches gold,
so dances the tune, the girl.
Copyright@2009 by MArk Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem