Better with time

I hum my way through a poem

Like I can hear a song

Playing in the background

Of my mind

 

The same tune every time

So elegant and so sublime

Inspiring aspirating

Gliding across every line

 

I am poetically inclined

To twist or twine

Romancing the mind

To shine like lit up skylines

 

Colored ribbons defining

The cause that sheds light

On awareness to the effect

To correct the error

 

Of objected subjects

Runs, marches and rallies

 Problems, reactions, solutions

Branching out from the center

 

Grasping the dream

From the tangible remains of

Long term goals

Until the hum is heard

In the fold of the cold