One Zappai Poet: 2015

Thursday, July 2, 2015

A treat for the eyes.

Yet, dangerous to the touch.

Beware beauty's lure.

With only hushed tones,

soft whispers flutter about

revealing half-truths.

Birds gliding about,

chirping tranquil melodies -

hollowed trees rejoice!

Head above the clouds

Eyes toward the horizon -

Face against the wind

Lonely running lands

lead to horizons unknown

beneath stars unbound.

Olympic Theoi

listen and smile upon

those that are pious.