it's harvest season
on planet poetry
the moon a-full
the stars a-gazing
the genius a-drizzling
on you
you with pointed finger
scrawling
word
after
word
after
word
gifted stranger
you paint the world a-new
it's abundance season
on planet audience
the blood a-gushing
the heart a-beating
the smile a-spreading
across my face
if you heard all the cheering and clapping
on this side
you'd know how well it complements
the music in your words.
:D
ReplyDeletei will only say thank you
ReplyDelete:)
you redecorated your room
ReplyDeleteah, what sweetness!
yes, i did :). because i can't write anymore, thot i'd play with the space ;)
ReplyDeleteI think I hear some cheering and clapping from thousands of miles away ... Bless you.
ReplyDeletenamaste