PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

spring forth

sweet sorrow

mold your dying moments

in the clay of tomorrow

whether home or away

the beauty of such reward

is a flask of elixir

we take with us

through the rest of our

breathing days

and then on even further

far through the enchanting valleys

up to the very heights of forever

its the collections of love

and love's sweet remembrance

that mean the most to the soul

and just like love

and love's billowy breaths of greatness

we need too the portrait of the words

that only words themselves can fully

create

to further beautify the world and

there for enhance the soul inhabitant's

experience

when others thoughtless actions only further

darken and corrupt the gallery of life

that these portraits of thought must hang in

for such splendid folly

we must hasten to move through

'A Habit Drawn In Myth'

yet fostered by faith

and offered up to the remnants

that is the very culmination of what it is

for the briefest moments of the soul's

existence

to be human

and so impaired.............

(April 16, 2003 10am)