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Deep in nature the boardwalk turns
Through maple swamps and giant ferns
So many creatures there are to see
amazing for photography!

Along the canal odd sounds are heard
A frog, a gator, or native bird
A snake may slither atop the moss
A turtle may make its way across.

Under the bridges a limpkin may call
The Heron, ibis, or dragonfly small
All hunting and fishing together for food,
Observing, put’s one in a joyful mood.

Adventuring deeper onto the sandy trail
You may see armadillo, lizard or apple snail.
Small creatures energetically on their way
Even a fox or panther may be seen at play.

By chance or careful eyesight, you may detect
The wondrous habitat of a tiny insect.
Eagle, osprey, hawk, even a kite
May make a magical overhead flight.

The colorful flower garden can light up your eye
When it lures the fluttering butterfly.
All creatures have their own distinct power!
And you must view sawgrass lake from the tower.
My name is Passion, soft as a flower,
I am the shadow locked in the tower.
I am the dust of a hundred years
I am the rust made from golden tears.

I am the song in the back of your mind
A fading vision of the artist gone blind.
I am the thought you may overlook
I am the clover folded within a book.

I will sing to the world with words unheard
I will fly around you like a tiny songbird
I will laugh, I will cry, I will give you my heart
I will love you until the night I part.

My name is Passion, small as a tear,
Light as the day moon when the sky is clear.
I whisper your name while my mind’s asleep
and kiss you in dream, then I smile and I weep.

Serfinski  6.13.2018
Fly free across the universe, sweet dove!
Let your feathers sparkle with the glory of love.
Be yourself among valleys and highlands of kings
Let heaven see the power of your wings.
Reach for the stardust, your dream’s to be free
The world is you nest of opportunity!
romantic poetry
Swan, sleeping Neath twilights echoed sun hues
Poised innocently on the crest of shore
In dreams fused with sounds of songbirds fading.
Distant winds rush to steal eves last lost cloud
Whilst on the horizon stands sanguine moon
Softening the delusions of night views.
As ebony wings fan over earths floor
Silent hour phantoms arise, wading
Through the creeping vapors swiftly to enshroud
Their voiceless hopes, that change will seek them soon.
Calmly the world leans, waking flowers call
The young beams to warm their faces
And the swan unfolds wide wings to enthrall
Everything that encounters its graces.

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Royal moon, dawning on majestic Throne
Shining silver face, bright lips of rosy glow
Balanced upon the misty ocean wave alone
Rising like a king in the opening show

With glistening robe casting a luminous trail
Upon the fluctuating expressions of the boundless sea.
Climbing the heavens as if by sublime wings soft and pale
Embellishing restless clouds harmonizing silently

With daylights dancing azure shades, like watercolors run
Down nights’ canvas painted with the brush of morning breath
Almost blinded with the coming of the fiery sun,
Moon fades into a daydream on the soft cushion of temporary death.

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We are blessed with a child, let nature sing
Let the spirit fly free from the grace of the wing
Let loves voice be heard from heaven to earth
And rock the cradle of this pure infant’s birth.

The newborn is free from the care of the womb
Dewy eyes slowly open like new buds in bloom
Nurtured by mother’s shelter and God’s life cord
First small breath of life, first moment adored.

First light, first sight, first bellowing scream
As translucent lids rouse from innocent’s dream
Feeling life’s fresh breath on its tender new skin
Greeted by beloved parents, weeping turns to a grin.

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Moon tiptoes unseen across the noon sky
Casting no shadow beneath its silent wing
Unnoticed by the busy human eye
Till the moment it appears as a King
Adorned with a stately crown of fire
Ethereal, divine, unworldly orange ring
It becomes the entity of desire
A golden globe of transitory bling
Suspended like a mist of blinding of light
Innocent naked purity now a radiant shrine
Cloaking daytime into starry night
Paling the sunset’s glow on the ocean line,
On a chariot between the sun and earth
Like a Majestic spirit exposing its worth.
Then returns the phases of its steadfast birth.

Serfinski 2017
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