What Poets See
Poetry is the discovery
That the blueness of skies
Hides there the diamonds
That at night, bless our eyes.
It is listening to the music
Of butterfly wings,
In harmony with the beat
Of blithe flowers swaying.
It is drinking the sight
Only seen in the mind,
The prism of rainbow's light,
Such fullness to find.
It is looking at life here
By the number of scars,
By the weight of the tears,
Hopeful dreams seen afar.
All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~06.17.13.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2015
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