I'd like to dedicate this to all my new friends and fellow poets here at AuthorsDen
Transcendental Sonnet #632:
Poets
Poets make words take wing and fly but why?
We can we do we must yet still we die
But every day we save the world this way
I only do this only come to say
Look up and see the sun smile above you
And feel this warming kiss upon your skin
I only want to tell you I love you
To invite you to watch the dance begin
As the moon embraces the clouds tonight
The world is singing right before our eyes
A play of shadow of darkness and light
Of waxing waning morning noon and night
Of that which is born and of that which dies
Nice to meet you...
Dani :)