Not a cloud in the sky.  
Not a reason to cry.
So with breath and a sigh
I will ponder a why.

Not a reason to fear.
I know spirit is near.
So I’ll listen and hear.
special guidance so clear.

Not a time to have hate
only to celebrate.
So I carry love state.
I will move to create.

Not a tear in my heart.  
I will make a new start.
So I’ll stand to then dart.
with the breeze and a ****.

I be Lancelot of love
riding my stallion in breath.
I move over hilltops
shouting positive affirmations
I gallop in heart
feeling an inner power.
I trot cross fields
of beautiful sunflowers,
recalling who I am.

I am Mistress Lancelot
sharing my love
with the world.

Definition of a poet  (1)
One who scrapes their knee and writes about it.

Definition of a poet (2)
A person who is an expert in playing
their heart stringed instrument.

Definition of a poet (3)
One who can recognize another poet and bows.

Definition of a Poet (4)
finds inspiration inside the breeze
and behind a memory.

Have a blessed day
filled with moments that transfer into miracles.
Have a wonderful day
where you can recall who you are and run
inside divinity.
Have a grand day
where dreams in breath weave into reality.
Have a clown-a-rific day
where laughter fills yours lungs and peace is yours.

Letters are beings with
etheric legs moving gracefully
toward company of other rune friends.

Musical energies rise
drawing many to hilltop of mind.

Families of characters gather
to make dancing line of verse.

Sounds echo, as they sing lighting up
consciousness of my poet mind.
The one, who rises pen scepter
to welcome
those visitors
with a thousand legs
and many a stories.

I can’t sleep so I’ll count sheep
but since no sheep I see
I think I’ll just take a breath
and write some poetry.

One Two Three and Four
their I find some verse galore
Five six seven their ripe
Post I will on hp site

My vessel imbedded drifts,
on swirling waves of verse
woven in tapestry of ocean.
Fish colorful enhance eyes for inspiration
Sails flap tickling ears
to loosen poetic thoughts gently.
My compass of heart leads.
Moments dissipate gracefully.
The day is beautiful with warm sun,
as I'm carried on uncharted sea of phases.

And as Captains log opens on return to shore,
I sit, in writing position before sea food dinner
The place where poems meet book.