The Winged Poet

Your love, my Darling, Miraculously, it has transformed me into A poet, Not to any poet But To a special breed of the sort, The winged one For Free to be, away at will to Fly, Unimpeded by space or time, To lands unknown To undiscovered shores To unconquered mountaintops Where the grandeur of your Beauty I could observe in blessed silence, In utmost concentration, In absolute reverie So Able would I be, Undisturbed, your splendor to adore And By doing so, inspired would I be, A worthy poem for you, my love, In The annals of eternal beauty, to Engrave! © Demetrios Trifiatis 01 OCTOBER 2014 * This poem of mine that was well-received, unfortunately, was deleted by my computer; therefore, I post it again.