Proud poetry lends color to my world

Where silent words bring images to light,

In measured rhyme they dance and leap and twirl—

From tranquil thought, inked renderings take flight.

A wash of silver tears upon a page;

The crimson wrath of rancor writ in blood;

Black blots of mortal folly on life’s stage;

Rose piety of heartfelt moral good. 

The humblest verse may paint a vision grand—

Of mighty mountains, vast and endless seas;

Of every venture that the mind has planned,

And more of hope for all dreams yet to be. 

Still all the ink here spilt upon the earth 

Cannot define the sum of your sweet worth.