Grace

And when I speak Word metaphors Flow from fond peaks In rhymes galore. And when I sigh Verse comes to tell Joy in new highs To forge new spells. And when I write Feel thoughts that come As words now cite A cheery hum. And when I gaze Upon the wind That charms this maze With joys unseen. And when I see Truth in beauty That calls to me Heed melody. And when I cast A play and pun That mirrors past I sense clear fun. And when I say My lines in verse That hurls fond play Stop to observe. And when I think A thousand things That seem to link That urgent fling. And when I pause To tell my tale That springs a cause That rhymes avail. And when I ask For words to sing In steadfast task Let the muse string. And at the end Of this retreat May love attend The words I greet. Leon Enriquez 05 August 2014 Singapore