Where the Poems Sleep ~

To the elves and unicorns, though unseen, forever by my side 

There is a dark place where poems hide 

safely kept down deep inside 

curled - sleeping like the fog

they doze within a fallen log 

past the waterfalls and ferns 

past the meadows that burn

with colors dancing late at night 

that wake the sun at dawn's first light 

lost within the caverns low 

where not even goblins dare to go 

surrounded in what once was a dream 

wrought in ink - the poems now stream 

like water over fallen tree

erase your cage - set wishes free

and remember - by day or night 

a poem is never far away 

where safe the ancient pages keep 

where the dreams dance and the poems sleep 

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poetry is an essence most remarkable. Through the weaving verses 

and flowing rhyme, from word to word and line to line, a poem is 

such a magical thing, from its heart our souls can sing. Poetry in

motion, a veritable sea, poetry is in our hearts, poetry is free.

Unfettered and unchained, it lives, our link to other worlds , the sail 

on a mighty ship on the mast unfurls. Poetry unites us, poetry is our 

sun. Poetry un-blinds us, poetry makes us one. Poetry is an essence 

most remarkable. 

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photo is my husband's