A poet enjoys writing no less than a bird enjoys the vast delphinium blue
That haven within the heart harkening unto love's creative whispers ~ You
I have nothing in mind, therefore, no idea what will fall upon the page
That perfect moment when the mind and heart harmoniously engage
It seems that the couplets are making love tonight
~ Or not ~
I embrace the unpredictability of writing when fully surrendered
No audience to appease, a wise man once uttered---
'Every need got an ego to feed'
Such simple words that carry truth upon love's timeless breath
His words live on even though he welcomed the shadow of death...
Poetic prayer became a way of life, because I'm completely devoted to Thee
You smile as the gloaming, while I listen unto the silence of love's euphony...