- Poet Pauper -

Daily standing near the edge
singing songs of love and bliss,
Watching to and fro they walk
through cobbled streets of stone.

Flow out freely like the wind
passing over timeless rhymes
Strength and power do they hit
hard mine heart as i do speak.

Sounds of lovely treasured rims
deep compassion cries within
Aware of all in front of me
a lovely peace that i embrace.

Deep is their heart felt cry
a passion seen from thy minds eye
Whispers yield from in the crowd;
deepened longings from thy lips.

Where there is a lulling peace
It calls to thee from far away,
gentle it's beholden eyes
I could stare forever on,
unto you my only love.
©
Mozart inspired.

a reply to: awareness10

Very nice.

a reply to: Quantum12

Thank you kindly.