early springy breeze
almond-eyed baby cute rose
flower gentle touch
Girl, what have you been writing
Tell me, how's your perfect rhymes
I bet you dance like a summer gypsy
Is there still magic in your sweet lines
Are you entering all those contest
And poets bow to your inspired skill
Is my almond eyed, moon-angel
A premium Souper big deal?
You've probably heard a few rumors
I think by now that there's no doubt
You just can't fool the Master Poets
Between the lines they figure it out
So take my hand and dance with me
Let me gently whisper in your ear
This Night Sky, like you.. amazing!
I've come home, Lyric Man is here
Your smile is brighter than the stars
Your touch moves me like the sea
Island girl.. I've just got to know
While I was gone did you miss me?
Don't answer with your sexy voice
Or tell me with your pad and pen
Let me see it in your wanton eyes
Then with your lips tell me again!
~Lyric Man
Note: I was looking for a fun, creative way to kind of let everyone know that "Lyric Man" is back in the Soup. So I imagined this romantic tale.
That treasury of memories most precious,
With these few words I seek to praise.
It is our school yearbooks of the past,
The repository of events from happier days.
I thank GOD for time to compose this tale
And for youth of spirit to view these scenes.
Cause this adventure began so long ago,
When we started the trek as kings and queens.
The voyage took me far beyond this shore,
Where clocks no longer tick and time marches not,
And the almond-eyed girl strums her instrument
Until sweet dreams overtake me asleep on my cot.
I follow her as my vision assumes a landscape,
Across green pastures and meandering streams.
‘Til a pyramid of bamboo comes into view,
A quite curious structure of bamboo beams.
There at the entrance I climb the marble steps,
And carry this precious book into the darkness.
Being guided by the inner aura of mystique,
I gave the volume rest in the drawer of a chest.
As I bowed to request GOD’s grace and blessing,
The fire in my soul yearned for a divine quencher.
The whole world seemed beautiful as I left,
Knowing that tomorrow starts a new adventure.
Sunburnt summer’s child
Almond eyed and copper haired,
Winged with winds of storm.