The poet and the jester
O sublime ecstasy...
the poet fills our dreams
with magic words
deep from her heart...
some happy as a child,
others sad as a burden,
always a fascinating world
never heard before
by human ears...
feelings take form
from our sheer imagination,
so real,they touch our senses,
like a soft Spring breeze,
seizing our souls,
drying our tears,
every stanza lives
a new life symphony,
a neverending saga
time won't ever fade,
into the realms of myth...
a tender echoeing inside,
as beauty kindly begs,
tenderly implores
to be loved,cared,
forever and beyond....
....................
Cheer up,you all!!!
you will have fun,
all the laughter you wish,
for the jester arrived
with a handful of jokes,
tricks and songsto die for,
from his clumsy imagination...
he heals everything,
sadness,pain,anger,
frowns and lower moods,
every known burden,
making the brightest rainbow
envying the new life colors!!!
Oh,take a look,
his exquisit new mask,
superb venecian art,
an everlasting Carnival
you won't forget so soon...
please,don't remove it,
let the fantasy prevail,
hidding misery and grief
undercover inside...
that's life...
