The Art Of Expression Poem by Wayne Falconer

Well did you hear how
nothing ranks as high as
lines to finally capture
the art of expression.

Strange how lines glow
expose all six senses
her long hair blond falling
running down her young body.

Together walk long path
hands bound as lovers do
both promising great romance
shall last whole lifelong.

As summer sun angels glow
beaming full face ahead
waking golden flower garden
where all our dreams reside.

High rose notes are beaming
through her musical ears
bringing some sweet past voice
echoing with addictive aroma.

Faith can be heavenly guide
to walk the lovers lifeline
and as we grow we awake
to rise and finally write.

Hearts are empty or full
as we rise up or fall
but know nothing shall rank
with the art of expression.