Surge
The true heart knows
The poise of feel;
A lovely glow
Flings surge of will.
The fond soul flings
The voice of choice;
A living spring
Prompts a sure poise.
The clear mind thinks
As words frame thought;
A steady link
Primes urgent lot.
The man can see
When dark night falls;
A touch sets free
Verse from dense gall.
No one can write
When words lie dead;
A surge can cite
Beyond mere dread.
So sit and wait
With ready pen;
Soon open gate
Must echo trends.
Leon Enriquez
24 December 2014
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2014
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