May the muses whisper in my ear
Songs with melodies void of fear
Something to dance in a gloomy night
Or to let tears fall by the candlelight
May the papers bleed 'stead of skin
Immortalize the flesh of every lost kin
Remind the dark hearts their purest days
Applaud the lost ones for their brightest rays
Isn't it delicate, the magic of words?
The keys they give to enchanting worlds
Lands of cotton or littered with thorns
Air so gentle or with bellowing horns
So the dreamer wished to write
Yield the keys, rid of fright
Embrace the scarred and scared, then show
Beaming promises of their tomorrow
-when the dreamer writes a poem 03/17/22
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoetryWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
