Without Rhyme

WITHOUT RHYME Emptiness takes its leave,the symphony becomes a solo. From within a dream,euphony to carry a poem beyond the norm on emotions stream. Vapours of the morning dew,short lived,held close,lasting just a moment,yet stay indelible. I turn experience page, hestitate and dream, the ephemeral conveying past times illume, and enfold me in a panorama of stillness. Fascinating impressions reassemble in my eye.What can I see? A literary treasure? A novel verse? Inspiration writ loud? Images..without rhyme. You may hear me recite this poem(and most of my PS poetry) on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro.