As the rivers flow to oceans,
And Impressionists paint Clouds,
Reminiscing in my silence,
Comes the need to think aloud,
And what better than a poem,
That becomes a traveling cloud,
With past thoughts and inner feelings,
Where deep memories are allowed.
Poem, friend that wakes my silence,
Takes me gently by the hand,
Helps me write a Sea of Feelings,
All my world it understands.
Sandra Feldman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-consolation-poems-give/
