Passages
Some were songbirds silenced
in the morning of their youth.
Frightened by night shadows
heavy droning drawing nigh,
filling eyes with longing tears
and hours of sleepless cry.
Some lived in a daydream
graced with symphonies of sound,
technicolor images, voices did
surround a head in fascination
with all the world it saw.
Call it mental streaming
without a single flaw.
People of a certain fashion,
romantics of their time,
lived in want of picket fences,
whose new dawning of a day
trimmed in daisy flowered wishes
and vowels bespoken of,
promised life’s extreme quintessence,
the character of love.
The poet's heart is viewing
fundamentals of divine.
Peeking into clouds of glory,
soul of fondness grows.
Blessed by reassurance,
old songbird's feeble praise
baptized in the spirit’s strength,
renewed voices it can raise.
10/16/2022
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2022
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