It's The Poetry Of Life
It’s the poetry of life painting like the frost
on the tip of autumn’s breeze.
It’s the poetry of life found and never lost
Feeling comfortably at ease
Like a lazy summer’s day
Like two children lost in play
Like the story never told
from the yarn of times of old.
It’s the poetry of life bringing everything in view
Changing older thoughts to new
Warming winter’s bitter cold
As a storm comes raging through
to cleanse the atmospheric blues.
Improvising an esoteric line
to unleash the mysterious and sublime.
To guide our pathways as we cross
The Courage Of Vitality
Increments of dew drops shimmer during a breaking dawn greeting
a throng of meditative monks arising through an ominous fog.
Arousing inspirational choruses resounding in remembrances
resonating across the avenues of an interstellar pathway beseeching
the seraphim to generously reconcile the dissimilar variances.
Innocuous phrases will soothe a cooperative undertoning as the dialogue
kindles an optimistic expectation of a golden era of ingenuity.
A caressing breeze will dulcify our percep