I will defy the movement of language
With syllables soft before the snow
For Autumn in the fewest chosen words
Along lines of simple alphabets
In the palm of my listening
I will observe you walk as a poem
Skips across ethereally this earth
With colors and bodies of Christmas
An instantaneous impression of beauty
I will sing a lullaby to the irreproachable sky
And kiss the poem-greeting letters
That dissolve as a soul among the trees
And the centre of music
That is a living expression of the times
Today the sun comes out in your poem
And I listen for the poem I will write in reply
I will be a hero of a recluse today, again
With an inner smile of jewel-pointed clarity
That the imagination is a universal thing
The night’s sheerness of black gardens
A voice from which religions spring
Spiritual movement completes itself
In an intuitive release of meaning
A letting go of the sadness of having come
And gone, like death, poetry takes me there
As a river of music, entering my blood
Chilling me with a serotonin symphony
The joy of being here, the glances and reflections
Of existence, mirroring poetry
Between silence and music
The snow and sun, men and women
The rain and drums stalk my fantasies.
There are oo many lines that I love that I can’t quote them all but suffice it to say that your metaphors are the best!
Thanks Dream, I started a youtube recently 😛
A beautiful word journey..thank you my friend.
Cheers Syl! I’m too tired to write much tonight. My Dad was diagnosed with Lung cancer..
Wow! Sorry to hear that Wuji. I will definitely keep you both in my prayers.