Posted by: Ron DuBour | February 18, 2015





At night as familiar sounds return to rest in their nests,
The severed strings of my heart give a startling ring
At the touch of a cool breeze from memories’ shore
With straggled sands of thoughts that they bring ,

Awoken to flow of ecstasy and pain rushing inside
I hold my inspired pen and I sit down to write ,
As words rise from sleep to their rhapsodic heights
Overcast in magic aura from soul’s sentient light,

Turning myths of darkness into miracles of story
Revealing secrets of pain in their sad but real glory,
Transforming dithering words of inner experiences
Into pearls of poetic utterances in active flurry .

Tears from eyes of soul thus have such an easy go
Flaming the river of imagination to an inspired flow.

@ comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi / 15.02 15

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