Poetry

Awake dear soul to beauty grand, Heed happy gaze in feisty lines; Feel then the whole in play my friend, Thoughts in a maze of cast most fine. Words come to mind to tell the tale, Fresh ideas sum the work that frees; Watch ample finds as sight avails, Now greet outcomes in endless sprees. Voice in sure take can only hint, Noise hides the fact of truth and bliss; Poise in bold stake now makes sure mint, Choice in clear tact frames that and this. Verse in deep flow moves patterns mild, Lost is then found as sounds go round; Rhymes spawn swift glow of inner child, Found in apt grounds sweet radiance bound. Prize then fine voice that echoes cheer, Look beyond sight to feel and know; Sense a clear poise where stillness steers, Enter the light in glimpse that shows. Leon Enriquez 17 April 2017 Singapore