There Is Love
There are diamonds of the night.
And dancing flames
On walls
By lamplight.
There once was a crescent moon
Where golden promises hung.
And a ballerina pirouetting
As cathedral bells
Through dreams
Were rung.
There are flowers
That dance to the breeze
Holding hands
To rhapsodies.
In pink and blue.
Then there is love
And me.
And you.
There are mighty waves
That crash and hiss.
And sunlight
Tip toeing
Through skyscape bliss.
There are scents from Eden
Still lingering.
Midnight flora
With stardust mingling.
Eyes meeting
To set frozen hearts tingling.
Always
When you least expect them to.
Then there is love
And me.
And you.
There is music
With the sweetness of the vine.
Tears of symphony
Send shivers to the spine.
Dramatic drum rolls
Wake lifeless dolls
To live and breathe
Again.
Notes fall like raindrops
Gradually drowning the pain.
Wafting melodies
Turn darkness to light.
As aching souls touch in the night.
The opera
Of two dying flowers
Watered by cotton cloud
With showers.
Words forgotten
Are sang with verve,
Silently
Out loud.
Oh yes,
The thrill to waltz
- The nerve.
As moonlight hue
Stands proud.
Sweet words
Like birds,
Ascend.
With kiss of morning dew.
Both standing alone at the end.
Then there is love.
And me.
And you.
poem by Kevin East
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