'Sprung Unsung' Poem by NiQi Deveaux

Riding on the waves of dreams
Hope's in sight of all that ever seemed

To be fruitless ramblings inside my head
Struggling to sleep at night in bed

What wondrous things they've turned to be
A light on shadows now dim and green

Promising to freshen the soil for ground
As roots take hold, not a single sound

Is to be heard but snaps of fingers adored
From the ear, to minds spread across the floor

In chairs to hear the heart that beats
Mind to mind, heart to heart... we do all meet

To gather and agree in the interpretation of
This life wound down, we call it love

Of poetry, muse and artsy fling
Listen quietly as a heart softly sings

Chickadees chirp in the morn, a wonderful sound
That spring has sprung, now too from the ground

Bright petals bloom, and their fragrance fills
My nose, spurs on prose, my soul is filled

With the clicking of gears in a mind wound tight
Hoping long into a star filled night

Skies opened up we hope to see
Inside the universe we roam so free


N. S. D.