Love and PoetryI tried to write a love song, but the lyrics flew away. A sad and sorry parody remained. I fought to find expression but I found I couldn’t say The words the words that just kept rolling round my brain. I wondered what had happened; had my muse walked out on me? So would I have to write my song alone? But then I realised that love itself is poetry, Creating rhyme and music on its own. So take this as my love song, for whatever it is worth Guard it well and hold it in you heart. I’ll never write a better one while I am on this Earth I have the love but do not have the Art. |
The Poet and the DreamerThe poet and the dreamer took a stroll
Along the water's edge as evening fell The dreamer said, "I have a poet's soul" The poet said, "I dream a lot as well" The poet saw the colours in sky And tried to find the words to fit the night. The dreamer spread her arms and tried to fly Forgetting she was not designed for flight. The dreamer tripped and fell into a trance The poet took her hand and raised her up "You may not fly, my love, but we can dance. Come now with me and share a loving-cup" The poet and the dreamer are as one They share a life that's far from being real, While he describes the way things ought to be And she dreams of the way she wants to feel. |