The Singer.

He transfers his soft secret into a whispered song,

A jewel, a gem, he dances and sings along.

His hands he throws into the air,

As if to rid the world of some grand despair.

He comes to me this warm night,

For in blinding darkness he is my light.

He saves me from this hypnotic state,

He dances and sings to keep me awake.

He opens my eyes and kisses my lips,

For my heart has never been as open as this.

The words he gives me keep me sane,

Until the next time I come to him and call his name.

There for me he shall stay,

Solid in his position and so delicate at play.

He's finally caught me, the playful sprite,

He knows where to find me, I am his green light. 

Reviews

[Steve]

you must have been very touched by someones singing and performance! Isnt is amazing how a performance can touch the emotions?

[Kevin]

Another great poem. Your flow is great, and a real joy to read. Keep up the great work.

[Jack]

This flowed really well, you possess a good vocabulary as well as an ability to string together long stanzas of rhyme with out it feeling forced. I enjoyed reading this. Keep up the good work!

[alan khan]

i'm really intrigued by your styel of writing. something about it pulls me in, and kidn of keeps me interested which i dont mind tellin ya is rare. i think i'm a jill wycha junkie.