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