Treasures

When words waiting overcome dark of night

They allow each poet to breath fresher light

Bright rays shining from each precious word

Are rich when seen and treasures when heard

 

From soul’s depth, sweet moments expand

Heart’s passion reflects each instant at hand

Sentiments once hidden, buried so deep

Silently encouraged, end their aged sleep

 

Empty pages once completely devoid of emotion

Responds to magic of words written potion

As warm rain encourages new growth to rise

Perfected purpled presence, pleases the eyes

 

Silently, words forming phrases, patiently unfold

That blank of dark night loses its fragile toehold

Night’s thoughts and dreams become treasures to see

Like feathered flight of each white cheeked Chickadee