she is my poem

she is my poem

she speaks in a voice

that is a natural metaphor

for beauty

the Butterflies take wing

the Angels sing

for truly

her melody

is Heaven sent

my heart enjoins her evocations

with it’s own divine harmony

as the euphoric scents

of the blossoming flowers

take control of my senses

and paint all that i know

with her enchanting mesmerizing color

i am inebriated

by her presence

a present

to those who would hear

and i listen

the glistening twinkle

in her eye

sprinkles us common men’s dreams

with possibilities

and belief

that we can redeem our selves

in the eyes of God

i hear my throne calling me

i don my scepter which is

beckoning me

to that reckoning of me

as i embrace her

kiss her face

and taste her tenderness

and her love for life

when her lips part

all the smiles

that were waiting to be born

manifest

a destiny

that is abundant

with blissful kisses

to all who have a cheek

and all seeking souls

yes she is that orchestrated symphony

we all vie for

men die for

that i cry for

i weep for

each night in my sleep

for she is

my beloved metaphor

for life

she is my poem

© 13 October 2012 : william s. peters, sr.