The Rhymes of Other Voices

{A Poetic Gift From M.J.F.}

Thy sweet tunes echo on the mountaintops of the world,
Though some say thou art a siren.
Thy inspiration burns in me as an ancient fire unfurled
And is pressed to my soul as if by an iron.

My beauty’s personality is at such a remarkable height.
My knowledge can seem trivial to her style.
Her grace may rise as tall as a kite,
But mine, ’tis but as high as a tile.

She speaks of life with such ease and comfort,
Though much has gone astray in hers.
In her fragility, she may easily be hurt,
But her will to be strong conflicts with any pain that stirs.

I see much light in my angel as she spreads her wings out wide.
Nothing will keep her from the snowy, white heights.
She will fly above all those who have cried
Shedding nothing else to see but beautiful sights.

Sights of wellness and comfort and love
Are the only sights she’ll spread for all from above.