Let Live The Moments Burst With Sound Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

She gave her heart and soul to him,
and she never questioned the fall
nor let her love light shadow dim
when he gave half and she gave all.

She touched the sun; he watched her burn
as she let out a mournful cry.
Too quick to love, too late to learn,
she fell from out the bright blue sky.

Sadness is just another word,
cloud-pavilioned and starry-eyed,
the plaint of tea leaves gently stirred
in waves of heartache’s breaking tide.

Nevertheless, she holds the key.
Life is full of strife and sorrow,
and what will be will surely be
of yesterday or tomorrow.

She travels through the ticks of time.
The nascent word of bliss appears,
penned in poem and writ in rhyme -
a twist of rainbow light and tears.

A thread is twined with silken ease
in the pulse of each heart beating
as time unwinds by slow degrees
in echoes that bear repeating.

Let live the moments burst with sound
from the rhapsody of the heart -
a sky unfurled, a sea unbound
in smiles of joy as we depart.

For, we are breathed into a song
that sets spirit into motion.
As angels rise and sing along,
God dances across the ocean.