Minstrel
As he strummed and
plucked, the strings
responded with a
sound that could be
called sublime
Each new phase of his
development in life
was remarked in
the crafted words of his
mind
Sing on, minstrel…
As he strummed and
plucked, the strings
responded with a
sound that could be
called sublime
Each new phase of his
development in life
was remarked in
the crafted words of his
mind
Sing on, minstrel…
Out of the eyes, tears sprang
as you sang from your heart
to mine — a Spirit song
I cry for happy
when joyous ache
overwhelms essence
when gentle words
in tenderness tread
upon heartstrings
as delicate as spiderwebs