Dream
I nurture voice with a clear mind,
Forge by sure choice a heart most kind,
I frame a poise to style word signs.
I loiter glance with a pure heart,
Frame a bold chance to create art,
I speak in trance as the muse starts.
I linger here with a fond gaze,
Free waves of cheer to swirl in daze,
I decline fear in this dark maze.
I fumble well in worldly goods,
Fling cares that tell of unsure moods,
I cast my spells in worthwhile woods.
I trouble grief with simple stare,
Fly in a drift that upsets care,
I live lines brief that climb the stairs.
I fashion choice to seed a thought,
Funnel a voice in sanguine lot,
I echo poise to style verse plot.
Leon Enriquez
16 December 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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