~ Finding the Gold ~

Poetry in journals, pen and paper mends the hurt,
Books hidden way far back in dresser drawers.
Broken hearted promises, motivate the writes,
Blinding all abilities to see through other doors.

Quills drip words of love on wrinkled parchment,
Poetic tears of sorrow, pen each line.
Passages of love rewritten o’er and o’er again,
Visionless to fantasy of mind.

Daydreams never rising to the surface,
An enchanting world of poems never told.
Phantom sonnets dwell, in lost imaginations,
Where make believe is waiting with the gold.

Copyright©2005 BONNIE TORRENTE