Wings of Rhyme

How oft do we savor the words that we see,
Seeking some meaning, some veiled mystery.
We read these words, recite, and we wonder,
We dissect, reflect, respect, and we ponder.

We allow these words to take us there,
To wherever we wish, if we only dare.
Either to places of love and of light.
Or saddest despair as dark as the night.

And what of the poet who uses paper and pen,
Who shares his emotions with us now and then.
Tears open his soul and pours his heart out,
Whether in love and in hope, or in fear and in doubt.

Words can be written in form and in meter,
Some are scrawled and others are neater.
But if you really read it there; if you only try,
You will see that they dance, they swoop and they fly.

They challenge us, move us, always inspire,
Bring tears to our eyes, or fill hearts with desire.
They lift us to soar on poets' wings of rhyme.
Our emotions react to these words sublime.aabb 5 stanzas