Language is my orchestra
sometimes a lullaby
Emotion is the music
the poet’s heart lives by.
In the silence of my dream
words go dancing through
An Image just too beautiful
all logic out of view
An artist lives within me
a way of beating all the odds
The sticker on the rose bush
pricks discovery one again
All children start out poets
I just cannot let that go
So stir the mischief in the fire
and let enchantment glow
