A Gift Poem by Louis Borgo

For the sun to set and the morning to rise the feeling I feel I bare it is the wake and rise of her smile

Passion as the breeze time that tick but like all things settles like leaves that turn like trees

If Man was a Akita and if primitive that show more than one vision of the world would one give

Up, on us.

(For yet to found words)

For the sun to set and the morning to rise the feeling I feel I bare it is the wake and rise of her smile

At this moment of time with open arms center folded and center patiently listing to melodies of the

Most elegiac and timeless classical music Personification thoughts takes place.

Founding a way along a passage, farewell, hopes and obligations

To stay true to one self

(Honesty Upheld)

If it is wrong to take time out of a day ancient age of pen and paper was a trend

Then call me old fashion

To take time to remember occasions and maybe that of a day

That may form a brighter, a surer, clearer vision of

Life and it situation ironic as it sound a walk of a path has it always been

A retrack of steps or leap of faith?


For one to ament once wrong or right either you and I

Would that be out of the obligation?

Or the passing of time to guide a hand time just to pass the time or would

It be good conversation how would you consider it's option.

(Having Good Taste)

Valuing embracing understanding I guess every day situations place one love key

To what is important

Like a brace of a gift knowing the meaning of a gift what value could put a price tag

On true happiness

As I put down pen and paper waiting to a board the next passage all

A board next stop next destination is a board.