The sky has no limits to poets who
materialize an insideness of things, linguistic
verses emerge while well-crafted ideas woo
words that cannot resist.
Like any romantics their sensitive
skills portray sparklets of sentence-diamante\'
studded with entrancing perception inventive
when scribed as fantasy.
Such is their means of expression
that seams of poetic mesh mould a moonlight
magic to graphic lines which tied to freshness
become boldly inviting.
Poets drift nearer to insightful art
by heedful word-fervour when souls realize
truth that mysterious Muse compels hearts
to write yet never ask why.