He beckons, So sweetly, he beckons
The sound so soft and alluring.
I search for whence the music calls.
Like the blossoms in Spring, it renews my soul.
In my dreams he comes to me.
Thoughts swelling like the cresting waves.
My heart seeks the warmth of Summer love.
Endearing melodies that enrich my soul.
He beckons, so sentuously, he beckons.
Ever elusive and mysteriously enchanting.
I search, I search for the one
Entwined in my heart, his music touches me.
Closer, closer, the melody sounds.
Yet softly fading as I approach.
The song has come to an end,
He beckonds no more, T'is all a dream.
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Here you will find many thoughts and feelings. From time to time, they flow from me as a valcano of inspiration. I may not be a trained poet, but I think to be a poet is to feel and express that feeling with depth and emotion.
My Dreams
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