Poetry Never Dies

We're a sonnet in duet sweet song You and I could never part for too long The rhythm of our art         Is the beating of our heart Our poetry never dies       I can see it in your eyes The flames burning incense cut through the fog To stoke the passion of wordsong with another log       We parted now       My heart broke       The rhythm died       I lay choked For you are the air that I breathe when I first awake Each word that I utter is a chance that I take For I cannot breathe you in And expel you out Words of beauty Describe you well But when I breathe I cannot tell I cannot tell you of your repose Lost in perfume of the rose Still you smell so divinely sweet And in a sense we are complete       We parted       Yet our finger tips         Reach out         Feel me           Touch me             Kiss my lips               And quell                   Your doubt Every kind of rhyme and every kind of reason Every inch of time befalls a change of season Poetry never dies It never dies Never                   I wrote                   You a song                   When hills                   Were born                 And it will                 Live forever. I found you weeping on a page A verse I wrote in love for you It was some time ago I'll say You ask me if it still is true Poetry never dies It only gets replaced I pray all the words that you have saved Our love is not erased Read this And maybe Memorize it Know that I love you And forever will I didn't mean to Disguise it Poetry is on the page It pours from our heart If we don't beat in unison I've no use for this art © on Jul 03 2001 05:52 AM PST   0 • 12