Poem - Robin

Robin

The sweetness of thy voice

Doth dare the angel note

The laughter in thine eyes

Doth dim out all reproach

The softness of thy touch

Doth dare the dandelion

The essence of thy love

Doth spare the span of time

Thy heart is pure....

As purest gold

Beyond the twilight's realm

Thy spirit sings,

"At last I'm free!"

And leaves no beacon dim

Now can I say the words unheard...

The pen doth take it's leave

To convey the meaning's sweet reverb...

Of feelings not conceived

By Shelia Chapman