Poem – Melody (By Fabrice B. Poussin)

Melody

 

With delicate touch through the air,

she penetrates in words the hearts of all;

perfume and incense that hypnotizes,

her being travels in time and space.

 

With lines of enthralling pictures,

flowers raise above the cotton rag,

clouds float softly across an always blue;

she sings life so quietly it reaches all worlds.

 

She needs no catapult, nor laser ray,

nor missile launcher to cause murmurs

among the stars, above and far beyond,

like a sweet wave eternal.

 

Her oceans are not of this Earth;

as the cobweb teases her gentle face,

a kitten crosses the threshold and on her life

leaves his light paw prints tender.

 

She walks incognito in the halls of life,

charmed just to be alive, glad;

she wants no notice here, smiling softly;

woman, private, simply, she is.

 

She hides a life intense, deep behind those blues,

one which in little worlds she shares at times,

sensing these are just tidbits of a giant,

I wait patiently for her next syllables.

 

Sing odd darling of the heavens;

do not be afraid, neither too proud;

your creation changes tenderly, in a brush

of your life, as you walk these halls.

 

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