God Loves thee Poet

Rein in thee mystic magic - in being loved.

Where thy path is blessed - upon these journeys.

So special in that thy words - create magic spells.

Deep seeded within, is the need, to procreate spry livid verse.

Poets WILL, do creates a live-long journey, amid thy UNiVerse.

Oh, to believe, to reach deep, within dew seeded words,

A poet must sprout forth, to finger limbs that branch out love.

Among thy disciple lines, wherein warm harmony heartbeats,

Thee finds thy crystal prism amidst a heart of lucid living life tissue.

That we are issued, this divine bare birthed gift, to believe in love.

Picture frame, immaculate possibilities, amidst Poet’s soul fame.

Where poets bud forth, thee Poet Tree that flutter soft silk leaves.

Switch sway, alight velvet rhyme pulses, bear heartfelt cerebral cadences.

Oh, dew mist moist dye lips, upon poetry stains, amongst renewal rainbows

Eyes flickering, germinate gems dancing terse, as Poet Phoenix flair flames.

Die words will live long past, thee grave stone, etching thy faded name.

Thee verse may lose its feminine born, founding father, rooted birthright.

But poem heritages, are special seeds, one creates to pass on that: To Dream,

To feel, to hear, To Be Dye eyes that reign in thee grain’s - fertile purpose.

Oh dew, feel rainbow’s prancing moisture mixture, bare thy tear drops –

Amidst mirror finish pages – rippling thy lines in “God Loves thee Poet.”