The Sleeping Poetess Poem by Denis Martindale

How sad it would be if nobody here
Had ever seen your friendly face,
Or read about your love for poetry,
Or gained some new insight you could have shared.
How sad if nobody had learnt your name
And had never prayed for you.
How sad if nobody could share their dreams with you.
Maybe you were meant to share your happy dreams,
With new poetry that resonates with power
And lights up the darkness in someone else's heart.

Heaven is a truly wondrous place,
Yet those who visit ought to return,
To tell us how wonderful it really is.
It is early in the morning for me,
Yet even now, I am awake
And thinking how wonderful it is
To write another poem,
To unravel its secrets one-by-one
And then to set it free,
Watch it fly away
To whisper in another's heart.

Consider your happiness one more time,
Let it be a blessing in its telling.
Else sleep on a while, if only to rest,
For the sake of beauty sleep,
Yet should you wake, then arise...
Please walk among the living once again
And let the beauty of your smile
Become like poetry in motion.
For poetry isn't always words upon a page,
Sometimes it's just a winsome smile,
The highlight of someone else's day...


Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2014.