Dear Poets
Dear Poets, Tell me again how delicate life is and how every moment is so precious tell me why the strings of instruments can still my thoughts, soothe my consciousness tell me again why we take for granted the basic goodness of everyday tell me when I forget that the winds can be shaped in such melodic ways. Write for me your rhymes and prose the gentle touches of your hands tempt the sounds where nature sings and time is washed away like sand type for me upon your keyboards the various tones of every note tell a story that listening creates without a word from human throat. Of tunes of wonder and delight the gilded sounds of day and night in softened tones touched and tendered such places where all my wonderings render the portal between the meaning and gist an infinite space no mortal resists symmetrical paths in poetical lift the noted words of your gift. Regards, Jade Jaspers