A Poem #4
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it's understood." - T.S. Eliot
Muse.
My wife’s smile is an orchestraHer voice is smoother than a French horn in a brass sectionHer walk is like a percussion. Demanding, attention-grabbing, finesseHer presence is a symphonyI worship the almighty composer who sang her song into my heart and made me to love the color of her melody.Lord, please let this song last well past the point where I lose the ability to hearEven then I will swing to the vibrations of her laughHer eyes tell my favorite storyShe is music


