As I Think of It

My poem, as I think of it, I am taken to solitude of happiness, Where the bitter memory of yesteryears Disappears, without traces. I am delivered in spirits From hell of anxieties to an exotic paradise Of hope, where it is me and my poem Alone for a moment. There’s rhyming sonnet, and beautiful verses Even a haiku, too, you’ll see as you gently peek Thru my soul, fed by the reflection ripples of the sea With placid water so warm and really blue. I sigh. The magical seasons of pink summer night, Of white winter noon, Of golden fall day, Of bright-green of early morn. I breathe. Sweet caress from the rhyming sea As I look deeper into my heart, A poem, sweet as me as I whisper to you My life, not of yesterday, but of today.