Tulsa, OK, USA
Dear poetess, weaver of mystic words,
Each day I read and each time rejoice
Another poem and another verse
Rhymes and reason fill your voice.
Sensual, or comedic, or blue
It matters not if it comes from you
Spun on your web of unspoken words
Truth is resting in each verse.
Each time I read, sometimes I cry
Rejoicing in your words each time.
Once I was brilliant, now I no longer shine, but the twinkle in my eye speaks of another time.