Poetry is Music

Sweet voices from afar
draw me here from my star.
I often listen in the night.
from above, in starlit flight.

Sleep evades me you see.
Yet, here I am set free.
Your words kiss my tired eyes
easing hours as time flies.

Beating like a dream drum
rhythmic tunes caress and hum
My weary mind no longer cries
As I absorb your lullabies.

My heavy lids start to close
Sinking to soft pillows prose.
Worries banished through song
offering rest for which I long.

Even as I gently swing
in a poems cradled wing
I hate to drift away
From this haven, so I stay.

And....

I put on another pot
of java in this lively spot
as I sip the many flavors
My soul completely savors...

The aromatic scents
of many hearts laments
With joy and sorrow....

I look up and it's tomorrow.....

KBC 2006