Oh slender words...
Slumber climb upon this heart‬ ‪give life a gentle push‬ ‪and watch us slide‬ ‪into mysterious valleys of night and day‬
‪Along the bustling streams‬ ‪refreshed, as the kingfisher darts ‬ ‪with agitation, our thousand years‬ ‪the iridescent brilliant blue‬
‪On, patiently, unto calm lakes‬ ‪where poems gathered like the leaves‬ ‪upon life giving soils‬ ‪to softly sing with Spring‬
‪Hum gentle your words‬ find our fellow swans ‪as flowers blossom‬ ‪and love grows‬
‪Come with us‬ comrades ‪be my mud of life‬ ‪as we paint our faces‬
‪to the colours‬ ‪of so many... ‬
‪The poet's lake of life‬ where trees never die nor there, grow old...
‪© Jason Christopher, London, 2017‬
I wrote this on world poetry day earlier this year 2017 - and nearly forgot about it, but having re-read it, think it is a great poem, I now like it, perhaps everything or alot of what we perceive is mood dependent?