Life and rhyme, a song sublime.

The pages lie open, the writing seems done
The ink of life dries in the heat of the sun,
On the shores of remembrance  the whispers are white
Washing over dark pebbles that shine in the light,
And still writings remain on the glistening beach
Some are washed out to sea and yet some stay in reach,
To change with a stick or to dress with a dream
For life’s tides can make them much more than they seem.


The skies are cloud crowded vermilion shades
Intertwined lapis lazuli glows and then fades
Into the seclusion of all gone before
From shell scattered runes that are strewn on the shore,
Where footprints entwine from long gone silhouettes
From their love and peace time where the sun slowly sets,
As slowly dawn stretches and dresses herself
From the whisper soft moments she takes from her shelf.


Then the sun writes it’s memoirs in shadow silk lines
That draw back the voile curtains and softly defines
Every born again breath from those long sleeping days
When the meanings of life were much more than it’s plays,
When it’s tears were it’s ink and it’s dreams were it’s pen
And when life’s joy and pain were it’s now and it’s then,
When a heartache was more than a rose in the snow
More the chilling of dreams from their heavenly glow.


Although life can be thoughtless and threadbare sometimes
Still so much can be wrought from the style of its rhymes,
From a smile to the sky to a cry in the rain
Life holds so many moments for us to explain
From the anguish of pain to the joy of delight
When a newly born child is held up to the light,
To those exquisite moments that sometimes arise
That hold songs in the soul, and hold love in the eyes…

leonite