The panoramic scene,
encompassed all in view;
leaves and grasses, green;
kissed by morning dew;
lush green meadows,
and mountains caught my eye;
my vision, teased by beauty,
made me want to cry.
What is this reality,
that challenges emotion;
creating the very ultimate
of maximum devotion?
What draws in our being
to what began above;
connecting all of matter
to the One of Love?
Combining forms of energies;
an artist’s brush; a sculpter’s hands;
thought transforming synergies;
beyond our dream’s demands.
The sound of thundering tempani
proclaimed by cymbals roar;
a duplicated masterpiece;
a fireworks encore;
softened by the soothing caress
of a violin;
new seeds of life are planted,
deeply from within.
What our minds perceived as death;
a prelude to life anew;
thoughts of having one’s last breath;
rebirth; from another view.
Carry on the symphony;
sonnets turn into sound;
crescendoing cymbals and tempani;
becoming solid ground.
All creation; a juxtaposition;
written by the Poet above;
a thought to matter transition;
the ultimate sonnet called Love.