“A Poets Voice”
The love of your heart
Is the warmth of your soul.
Emotions
Calm and cool.
Like an early morning sunrise
Looking off into the distance
I watch the morning star fade away,
Dipping into the other side of midnight
Early morning darkness
Accepting warmth
Of natures vibrant colors
Your beauty unfolds into my eyes.
Days without you
Are days without sunshine.
What will become of today?
A poets mind does not know.
My eyes staring deeply
Into a blank sheet of paper
Words blossom from a memory.
Etched in my mind
A memory not forgotten
The beauty of it all
Flows through the ink of my pen
Birthing, creation of a poem
From the poets soul
Through his hand
A whisper, from my lips
Soft spoken words
“You Are Beautiful”
My heart is an open book.
A journal of love
©Arthur Henn 2008
