A rhapsody of emotion\'s
are my words that you see
my words are not poetry
they are the voice that I set free
I might draw a painted picture
in this manuscript I’ve wrote
finding the pages
that’s deep inside my thoughts
and lay them on empty sheets
that so often scare me
I know my life is not complete
nor perfect is my poetry
a photograph once captured
through a lense without a focus
on a landscape that I pictured
..that had a soothing chorus
that played that melody
to which you and I had danced
surrounded by the distant sea
on the tide of a new romance
where music’s played on the promenade
‘neath the shadows where the gas lights glow
that’s echoed from the old church yard
with ringing bells that may toll
this frantic illustration
is a walz that I have seen
creating a creation
that I often dream