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“Youth has no age.” – Pablo Picasso

As She Found A Way To Dearest Life Meet

As she woke, Light streams down
Dawn then spoke, Love your gown
Rise to day, its glory sweet
Find a way, to dear life meet.

As she rose, morn gave call
Her bare toes, long cold hall
So alive, Love asking more
Born to thrive, sumptuous score.

As her heart, beat in time
Day's start, her life sublime
Never late, Light's softest gleam
True her Fate, passion her dream.

As she sang, soul did rise
Music rang, no surprise
Red sun came, its glow so sweet
Love no game, its truth she greets.

As she knew, eyes were bright
Her Love grew, hours of night
When sleep came, Love its gifts gave
Sought no fame, his Love did save.

As she woke, Light streams down
Dawn then spoke, Love your gown
Rise to day, its glory sweet
Find a way, to dear life meet.

Robert J. Lindley, 4-11-2020
Rhyme, ( Basking Within The Light Of Truth And Love )

Syllables Per Line:
6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7 0 6 6 7 7
Total # Syllables:156
Total # Words::: 144

Note-
First stanza of this poem came to me
in a dream last night. I woke 1:42 am,
got up and jotted it down, then rose this morn
at 5:30 am to start to compose the rest of it.
I recall writing poems in the 6677 syllable form
back in 1972. Maybe a dozen or more poems.
Those poems were stolen and burned in 1975.
So this is a rebirth of a youthful foray into creating
a new form to play in.....
And yes, the "she" in the poem was a real person  
that I once knew and once so truly and deeply loved...
Hope you may enjoy reading this new piece..

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