Were I ever so clever
as to write a poem
clear, a poem so strong
with meaning it would sing
in my lovers ear...
Were I ever so clever
to pen this magical lyric
to lay a down star dust cover
a top the rime.
Were I ever so clever.
bentfeather
12/31/05
Clever as a feather
drifting soft on starlight wings,
word to image dancing,
now lost in faery rings,
What word have you to sing tonight
as old year turns to new?
What memories will spin inside,
some happy, some to rue?
Clever as a feather
drifting soft on starlight wings,
the old year is coming home to rest,
the new year gently sings,
of tomorrows we will cherish,
of hopes we long to bring
into the break of morning light
beyond the faery ring.
12/31/05