Sunday, January 17, 2010

A Poem

I sit here watching the clouds turn into a music sheet
Treble notes and G clefs dance on the winds
Invisible fingers strum my heartstrings to some unknown ballad
A sweet voice croons honeyed lyrics into my ears

I roll the words on my tongue and taste the sweetest nectar
Pure creation surrounds me: filling and overflowing in me
Drowning gloriously, I pour the words onto paper
As I place the cap on my pen, I bottle this ambrosia and ship it to my lover

Telling him to sip gently, I pour the honeyed lyrics into his ear
Letting him drift off into the ecstasy.

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