Naive thoughts adrift on a sea of longing
in tender innocence of youth written
about love; first, lost, last and forever
and all the conflicting feelings between
for I thought I understood life
and its deeper meaning.
Looking back at those childish rhymes,
poetry was but a seed in my womb
with established roots many years ago
watered with tears from life’s wounds.
Digging deeper and deeper down
it transformed the words of youth
into a vivid flourishing garden,
where the aged poet wanders, and
is born again under the luminous spell
of a gibbous autumn moon.
dVerse Poets: Poetics Let us Labor