Her strong voice unbridled, now quietness
express, silence more bountiful than time;
upon her lips my hopes will surely rest
to taste the flowing outreach of her rhyme.
Words and visions in my deep dreams remake
were these worlds not created by us both,
enormity of beauty our minds did shape
a beacon for the lonely and the lost.
From within poetry is expressed as the milk that gives succour to those lost. A beautifully crafted write that created my thoughts. That dear poet is the beauty of poetry. ++10
Poetry is nourishment indeed! Thank you Robert for your uplifting comment.
Words and visions in my deep dreams remake were these worlds not created by us both, enormity of beauty our minds did shape a beacon for the lonely and the lost......touching expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem shared. Thanks.
Wonderful poem about poetry, a comfortable place for lonely and lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Upon her lips surly my hopes will rest......such lovely expressions. All three of your poems are a lovely tribute to poetry and a pleasure to read.