A Poetic Voice

To sing the songs in a poetic's voice,

Written words of a Poet's choice,

To write the verse to be heard,

That chorus line to last,

To rekindle that memory hidden deep,

A memory of a lifetime,

That is sweet,

  

Direction

North, East, South and West,

The wind blows,

Which direction to take,

To soar above the clouds so high,

To view the world from a high,

Taken on the wind,

Adventure a new,

Not knowing the destination,

Somewhere new,

Cloud of Dreams

To sleep within a cloud of dreams,

Thoughts drifting in between,

Floating by in the mind,

With no particular destination,

Sometimes high,

Sometimes low,

One will never know,

How the dreams unfold,

To See

To open your eyes,

At the dawn of the day,

To spy the sunrise in a different way,

A surprise in a way,

This new born day,

Adventure and lessons to be made,

Grace of The Day

By the grace of the day,

To dance in a way,

Under the golden rays of the sun,

To dart between the shadows of the wandering clouds,

In the present moment on the path you found,

With budding bulbs on natures scene,

The birds and the bees carried on their wings,

Heading towards,

Spring,

 

You Will Know

It's real,

When you feel it,

You will know, 

The Rhythm of the Rain

The sound of rain the rhythm it makes,

Music to the ears of those awake,

Beating down like a child on a drum,

A tune to remember when you are on your own,

A rhythmic beat that stirs you to your feet,

That leads you to the window to take a peak,