Poem “It Began With Sun beams”
April 30, 2017 /
It Began with Sunbeams
Lying in my bed
Early morning
Sunbeams on my face
Sensing your presence
Telling me it’s time
To greet a new day
Birds singing here a gleeful, there a melancholy tone
Melodic mentions of sound intentions
Some staccato
Some lyrical
Nature’s orchestra plays on
luring my heart strings to be strummed
Gently hush the voices
Playing inside my head
Grow quiet to listen
to the symphony that surrenders me
Winning me over
A captive patron of the arts
Oh Great Mother,
Soothe this vessel that suffers,
With the comfort of your voice
NmK
Neal Klein
Life After Emilee, on the loss of my wife to pancreatic cancer. I’m not accepting comments right now but please feel free to get in touch via my Contact page.
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