What is poetry but a moment
Captured in a stanza,
A breath strung rhythmically
Line by line,
A heartbeat tamed into a couplet,
A tear written between the lines.
Poetry is nothing
But life itself.

From midnight to five
Punching words, not counting sheep
The Poet clocks in.

Let's laugh the night away
Forget the sorrows of today
Again tomorrow the sun will rise
And it won't be a surprise
That our friendship will stay
As golden as it was yesterday

Troubled souls love dancing to the voice of lovers past;
Whose songs are sown with melodies of days not meant to last.

That rhyme in time with teardrops to a heartbeat out of tune;
Whose haunting echoes fill the silence of an empty room.

They ring with resignation...call her long forgotten name;
They drip from lips like poison...joining tears that fall like rain.

As lovely lies form lullabies that promise no more pain;
My soul will go on dancing as my heartbeat sings her name.

paint a vivid picture from the ashes of ancestry, so we can view the memories of forgotten dreams