To Poetry

TITLE :            To Poetry

©  2005 Tony Winn – all rights reserved           

Paint me a picture

With fine feathered words

Who’s song soars and searches

Like the Nightingale bird

Who’s dragon’s-breath flames

Fan a fire in my heart

And conjure up laughter

Or tears by their art.

I never saw mountains

or billowing seas

Or bright rainbow flowers

Or bronchial trees

I never saw sunset

Blushing a cloud

Nor moonlight

Silver a lake with it’s shroud

So much of this world

I never did see

Till your gilded words

Woke it’s glory in me