Feelings fathom fantasy,
Words that become song,
When in melodious unity,
...
It was the Best Day,
When Poetry finally broke away,
From static forms and stylography,
Forms that imprisoned, Creativity.
...
Lonely hearts cry,
They have not the Sky,
To look up to.
...
We need one another,
Yet we go around,
Killing each other,
Or destroying ourselves,
...
The Blue was so Intense,
No cloud dare make offense,
A small one tried to form,
But then was never born.
...
So many Mysteries,
Our lives are like dark caves,
From time to time,
There is a spark,
...
Poetry just has it All,
Sound and music that enthrall,
Wise thoughts, Love's notes,
Sentimentality,
...