Enrapt, I am...
You simply take the magic in stride,
those intricate rhythms in rhyme,
a Balladeer's voice in musical tide
disarms me time after time...
Oh, the tales that you might weave,
dreams borne on midnight's ember
shall light the night if you believe
forget-me-nots stay December.
As for the soul you wish to wake
you harbor mine for ransom,
spellbound in a twinkling take
thru windows blue and handsome,
Bloom vistas I have never seen,
sing sweet strains of laughter,
soft-touch peal, fairways green
I'm captured forever after.
[This message has been edited by Klassy Lassy (04-12-2009 08:56 PM).]