With each passing day There is more that I would like to say Than a few simple words To let them fly free as birds Into the open air Yearning for all to be fair
Another day Do I ever wish to stay At the side of an angel, alas, Motherβs forbid such romantic tales
Indeed, all is strange
Listen to you heart O the things it shall tell you Very interesting things, Emotions are
Yet always so very curious O the curiosity of it indeed Under the nose of those that disapprove
Communication, words flowing through the air Alas, kept in hushed tone Never before such a risk To be presented
Yes, indeed all is well O, but donβt tell Under the stars, all is swell
Stretching across the grand expanse Ever so wondrous Even words are not great enough to describe its grandeur
This world is surely strange How human emotions work is stranger still At the end, does hope whisper in a cautious ear Telling of possibility and chance?
- Jay M May 15th, 2020
A strange one. Sometimes the things I write even surprise me.