silent listening to bird song the beautiful siren poetess
sitting upon wave washed rocks is being lost in fair locks
her long blond hair green blue hazel eyes splice words
into siren songs echoing into heart heard depths
in soul beaching us upon lure imagination landscapes
enticing us to write poems bound in soft rhythms
answering echoes as we paint portraits in future born smiles
clear green pale blue warm shallow waters whisper turquoise welcomes
an ear to beauty eyes seen heart heard mind encapsulated sings
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem