Home Is Where My Poem Is
The night is dark, and stars are peeking
I wish for wings that I could fly
And take a magic carpet ride
To places deep where phrases hide
So rich with wisdom, and insights known
Above the moon, where stars are keeping
The secret words to write a poem
Instead, my muse is here at home
No need for magic, no need to roam
If closing eyes and knowing this
The wonder of poetic bliss
Are beneath my feet, beneath my stare
A poem resides most anywhere
The voice inside my head must share
My life, my friends, my family
Within my reach, are memories
Where lies a wealth, a poem or verse
To touch a few with heartfelt words
My poem unfolds like a tiny rose
It starts new life, so tightly closed
But given life, it opens wide
And takes me on a carpet ride
Where magic words no longer hide
Above the moon, beyond the stars
I pray my poem will warm a heart....
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