Poem #5
Poem #5
Were I prophet--
The secret in every word
Would be my gift to you;
The light and darkness of a sound
The pen with which to sketch our life.
Were I a poet—
Indeed I’d make every word
A spell to soothe your every longing;
My words would draw our destiny
On the page.
Were I the lover in your dreams—
Indeed my heart would swing
To sing only for you
Every beat weaving a melody
To please your restless spirit;
My flesh would burn for you.
Were I not dreaming, if in fact I am asleep
The force that moves my core
Would vibrate within each and every string
To make the music that feeds my soul
To grant me strength to bring the light to you.
© 2016
Were I prophet--
The secret in every word
Would be my gift to you;
The light and darkness of a sound
The pen with which to sketch our life.
Were I a poet—
Indeed I’d make every word
A spell to soothe your every longing;
My words would draw our destiny
On the page.
Were I the lover in your dreams—
Indeed my heart would swing
To sing only for you
Every beat weaving a melody
To please your restless spirit;
My flesh would burn for you.
Were I not dreaming, if in fact I am asleep
The force that moves my core
Would vibrate within each and every string
To make the music that feeds my soul
To grant me strength to bring the light to you.
© 2016