a wordless poetry
has me hypnotized in its wake
unmistakable,
unmatchable,
with my heart to
take
across the New
Spring's bridges
the rivers of
Imagination's reality
and cream-capped
mountain ridges
a psychedelic
orgasm of sound has me captivated
by its euphoric
texture
in the ethereal
fabric of endless time
and the fantazmic
Rhyme
in everyday life
it is the nymph
hidden within a flame
the forerunner to
a poet's fame
the Heart, too
wild to tame
it's in the rhythm
of a single breath
the joy of the
waking sun
of a day newly
begun
it is the wordless
poetry,
the language of
every Soul.