No Auction For Beauty Poem by Madrason .

To what value am I bound
what the expert might have said
or what the professor found
never mind them good or bad
hoping for my inner state
to connect, interrelate
magic comes up in between
pulling on my magic string
striking soft my inner wing
might it be a melody
singing just unto my heart
makes me poet…….
grows me bard …...
values are for small minded
left their windows so blinded
never gain a brighter view
never seeing through the dew
flocks of moist on flowers sing
rays of love bring in our spring
summer it will wait for thee
brings you love, oh memory
beauty is a thing to speak
on a string though not to week
soft and tender it so will
on your magic stoutly instil
what's for ever cared about. M