Browsing the forums was I, when I found thee:
A thread of what? Of Poetry!
I read and read, feeling the emotions course through me!
My thoughts in my head, as turbulent as the sea!
When I got to the end
My mind tried to mend
The lack of words, amen.
In quick haste I wrote
(Again, in haste, please note):
A poem to thee, thy friend
A play on words, to you I send.
To dance with a sword,
To skillfully pluck a cord;
To surge forth your emotions,
(Without the use of tonics and potions);
Can you not see?
This is true Poetry!
I find myself at the end of my tale,
Henceforth, I pass on the Grail.
Write strong, and let your words shine free
Of this world's illusion; its Misery.
Now, as a fair poet, I do write,
I bid you all a good night,
Now, as a fair poet, I do say to you,
Good night, I bid you adieu.
20-Apr-2010 20:17:12
