Poem: Speaking Sounds of Love

Blistering whistles echoes into nightfall;
Misplaced words arrays upon utterance;
Wings sprouts mysteriously o'er the hind;
Horned beasts hoots away insanity,
Still fountains smiles and de-froze;
The sky nods in adherence,
Our bare feet limps in sheer excitement;
Muttering words bellows rapidly,
Hearts melts and oozes joy;
Hands clamp as knotted clay;
Waiting upon the tune,
The merry-go-round rejuvenates;
Upon a velvety skin, a pure glance;
Rising dusts sifts into snowflakes;
Motionless roses and tulips, awoke;
Cerise lips ravages softly against,
Pillars bounded by deflated angst;
Limping souls gathers momentum;
Green, Brown and Pink Phantoms;
Our sounds echoing rainbow colours;
I can not be mistaken by thy kiss,
For in this deep, to abscond nought;
Hearts climax with silent words;
Our ears fail to hear,
Yet our hearts so rare;
Can see and bear!


By:
Beryl Ace