Just That Archaic Poet
On a peaceful isle of your hammock
Bring me notes from an old guitar
That I may share euphoric thoughts
Embracing a geek in silence.
Past Tolkien's edge, a rite I bless
While on sweet trail, God's pentagram
lights optical dreams to refine,
This after-life’s soft artistry.
Pour down on me, my brother Chan,
and fire my breath with your warm torch;
for an archaic rhymer glides
To nurture joy, fresh on my mind.
Cyndi Mac Millan's A Word Collage For Chan Hurst
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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