By: PaysConteur~ 

Softly beats the waiting hour
garlanded by some beautiful things;
blossoming like a wild flower;
hinting of what such softness brings.
Life’s kaleidoscope of heart;
mer-go-rounds of forget-me-nots.
Whose nightingales of angel art
inspire delicate worded plots.
Wisps of light from the candled muse;
passion opening eyes to see.
Feelings guiding which words to choose;
phrases that set the spirit free.
Natural nobleness of lite;
architecture of a poet’s dream.
Little queens of images delight;
tasting richness of pretended cream.
Thoughts cradled deep in calming sleep;
resting deeply in sweet azure hue.
Secretly kept but will not keep;
sweeter thoughts the heart never knew.