William Kinard Poet Free verse

The Sweetest Grape

Though your dreams may float on the edge of time
Try to catch them beyond the bells of an horizon's chime.
Hold on to the tail of it's melody 
With aid of the whispering wind
Who quietly utters a new mind to bend.
Now pick the sweetest grape from an entangled vine
Which lies at the end of a fragile limb
You sip the finest wine.
And though you had the chance to fall
See the magic within us after all.

Now you hear the prophets cry out, 
"Only open my book in the dark of night
And read my pages in the quiet candlelight.
Bleed with me as each word burns;
Leave your world as each page turns."

Then can you cry out to the world, 
"Write me a poem worth reading;
Paint me a picture worth seeing;
Send me a letter worth opening
And give me a dream worth believing."

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