Poem – Inspire a Gaudy Springtime Storm

From the depth of my soul are born fields of words.
These are my heirs that will carry forth my memory.
And as thine eyes caress their light from my soul.
Their intended fuel is transferred to thy life’s flame.
Where once was famine and dry parched fields of ruined dreams.
Springs forth ornaments of another soul’s potential.
It is so sweet to inspire a gaudy springtime storm.
While my eyes may have dimmed or died in this world,
The energy that is my being will once again bud in celebration of another awakening seed.
Do not wallow in the wastelands of self-pity.
Become a glutton to love and hope.
Before the grave draws you back to earths embrace.
And time ceases to be growths imperative.

~Suzanne Wagner~