Poems

9 poems  ·  67 lines

Her Memories

She held her whisper This, behind gentle play. Ask, she cried, Leave my memories in hand.

Rainbow of Light

As if this whisper cloud Through silent time Never cried like summer. You, my gentle rose, Are my rainbow of light.

The Red Garden

Red garden is wonder As once love went. Where there was light The water would laugh.

Broken

When broken sadly Will she never believe In her white cloud on dark mountain. Where my light, like her memory Can release time.

Cool Love Sky

Leave, we said Come sail my rainbow castle. They, but from light Saw cool love sky As if blue wonder. You are... home.

As Rain

Release her heart Pretend friend As light rain, under which Warm skin would hide.

The Heart Knows

Our rose Whose joy would grace us Often heard whispers Through which, rain cried. Remembering silent memory She begs, Hold this hand For the heart knows.

Sky of Silence

As whispers, they that think Pretend, as another cried rain. Slowly, like silent sky They perfect this gentle love With time.

New Song

We hear the Muse, That's how it starts. At times, it's only one note, Just a solo voice, Or a drone. And like the wind through the boughs Of a tall pine It's soft, airy, and calm. Yet this smooth tone Soon yields to a brash chord, Full of life. Or flows into slow, lush scales Which are aft to form in our minds The seeds of a fresh theme. When themes are born, They must grow, Be it through grace, hard work, Even pain. Alas, the Muse does not last, And to the gifts of great song are rare. Just as we still chase our life's dreams, We will wait for the voice of the Muse To bring us that spark, That bright flame, Which may weave the thread Of new song.
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