Prim-piped April dressed in all her trim
Put her vivacious spirit in his poetic parterre
Where wits flower into lovely words
Growing bright, and shining brighter ever
By nature’s light reflected in his twinkling humor
That requires no Agent Text to please Reason.
The wind hears my thoughts
and tells me not to say them,
for words will fly out to them,
seize their sheer gossamer wings
sparkling tinsels of dream drops,
and break them before they fly
to the sky and meet my stars.
The hollow chaos
fills the mind fully
destroying it all.
can give it peace.
Look at the sky and find a day moon,
Go and catch the borrower with a pin,
Tell me where all pasts have gone,
Or who has tricked the fire demon,
Teach me to hear nature’s whisper,
And to walk in the sky, beautiful.
Curious, timorous, adventurous
Alone meows, together high paws
Once an orphan now a forever home
The little heart writes her a poem.