Songs

prelude to Mendholson series-I quit after four poems, though.

When the music of the soul: overflows―
The harmony of earth evokes the stars
To sing in time with a single human heart
Expressing all of life in melody

And then the ever turning worlds
Converge with but one thought
To dwell in this one line
Forgetting all before.

When reality and heaven: intertwine―
There arises sweet song, sweet fantasy
Until the last note has ceased its echoing
Let there be songs― and love, to revel in