If people are people
& poems are poems
then music & rhyme are no more
than moans & groans
& the Sphinx & pyramids
heaps of stones
If poems are people
& people are poems
you are the sprite under the astrodome
searching chestnut trees in lavender fields
for Royal honeycomb
to bring to tea with Venus of Rome
If people are poems
& poems are people
then you are the law that makes it legal
for the damned & forgotten to dance
at the feet of the celestial steeple
NV
Niel Vaughan is a local Poet/Hellion/SpaceAgeBonobo found @ medium.com