54 Golden Pieces
Nothing can come close to the thrill,
Nothing, when from your mind you drill.
Nothing when finally, you feel
The outcome of your creation.
Nothing, when words you don’t possess
With pen to paper gives caress
And to your eyes, in turn impress,
When you face the inspiration.
Nothing compares to the time spent,
Nothing, when there, under your tent
You savor the idea content
When mind and muse make connection…
A lovely day is of all time
Remarkable at every hour.
From the first time of alarm chime
You take a feel of its power.
Every fiber of your being
Receives the message loud and clear.
Soundlessly it comes declaring:
“Hey, I am here so have no fear.”
It bounces off at each moment
Trying to relate the message
Of the Love of whom it was sent
To touch every other visage…