I hear you're new around these parts (CA) and I'm happy to see ya.
This is a lovely poem p&p and I can see right into your sweet heart.
I would like to critique your poem by answering it in a poem from me to you.
Insight becomes the chorus of
Trials long traversed upon this trail.
Though many I'll not rise above,
I've often learned from my travail.
What, therefore, does its purpose serve,
This knowing voice that comes of yore?
These words that dance on quill and curve,
In rhythms past, from yonder shore.
These voices of reflected light,
In dusty glows of cheval glass,
Lift fancy dreams to fluttered heights
And brings me back to fleeting past.
A specter drifts on mists of time
To echo lulling wisps of rhyme
......Now. Go read a book!