The Poet Poem by Leslie Alexis

I found a poet who
Describes the breeze as
The winter night blues
And summer evening jazz
From before time began
When angels played in bands
Of a million at least;
And their music commands
The heavens to make peace.

He said what we feel today
As kisses upon our brow
Are rhythms that ran away
And were trapped on earth somehow
And as long as time goes on
They’ll forever play their song
Knowing only to give from within
On elephants’ ear they play the bong
On apples’ leaves, the violin

He said instruments men would craft
But not many with song like these
Then with a smile and jolly laugh
He left, by hopping upon the breeze.

Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis