Imagination
Her lyre-play adding more life to the scene,
drifting across the wind, water and ground.
For her: the leaves on the boughs have more green;
the songs from beaks have more blending in sound;
the sun’s light of gold has grown more in grace;
the river with pearls has more energy;
wings of colours brighter in the air’s space;
more and more petals bloom for eyes to see.
Here arrives heaven rising in the heart—
a wave of its light expanding within,
compelling hell’s darkness to break apart;
now the heart of the poet glad with win.
Her music has taken over the mind—
consciousness leaving all by hand behind.