The Poet's Ache

I ache for the dream that a child has Hope for the gifts from the Santa Clause Wake to the words with awesome pizzazz And twist my lines in a string of jazz. I ache for my share of tender love Like the gentle lift of a flying dove Hold my thoughts in a random pause And weave them into a poetic applause. I ache for my share of health and wealth Ride on the wings of my family's strength Let my vibes explore the globe And rise my work into eternal scope. I ache for the shores of a wonderland Spin my life into a musical band Let my stanzas escape the bound And embrace the joy of holding the crown. I ache for the wings of a freedom bird Fly on the arch of wisdom words Bind my ballad of intellectual coterie And master the art of beautiful poetry. August 3, 2017