Poem of Joy
When Joey was five or six
Good feelings, she tried to mix
And living colors, a few
Dissolved in the morning dew;
Happy landscape of the world
Of starry heavens unfurled
And birds to fly like angels
All ought to live in pictures:
What we dreams on ancient things,
Eternal play of love with wings
And nights on the way and hopes
In round waves and verdant slopes…
Flowers dance at our feet.
Then, a sweet image I meet:
Joey eating her ice cream,
Keeping from cornet a rhyme;
A luminous smile of joy
Like having in hand a toy:
This empty cornet is big.
I let it for my Guinea pig.
Copyright © Ovidiu Bocsa | Year Posted 2016
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