Written In The Rhyme

It’s sad that there may never be

Sweet closure through reality

That brings together dreams apart

Through mutual passions for an art

Where verbs caress and nouns embrace

and rhyme defines a distant face

Though unrequited things may be

within this moment’s tragedy

There are so many other things

that life within a shadow brings

The mystery of a coded smile

Witty repartee scribed with style

Where passions flare and feelings wired

Inflamed, incensed yet so inspired

Or suddenly that silent hush

that terminates a heated rush

To read the beauty of a star;

a mountain lake, a river far.

To dine on adjectives sublime

That easy ride, that long hard climb

Where every wordsmith worth his salt

accepts the victory with the fault

Yet still within this certain space

There’ll always be a certain face

That sadly never will be seen

Except within a poet's dream