In the realm where words dance and sway,
A symphony of thoughts takes flight,
Unbound by rhyme or metered fray,
A canvas painted with pure delight.

Within this space, emotions roam,
Like wildflowers in an open field,
Each line a path, each stanza home,
To hearts that seek what words have yielded.

The poet's pen, a wand of power,
Weaves tales of love and loss,
Of sunlit days and moonlit hour,
In every word, a hidden gloss.

No chains of structure hold us tight,
As we explore the depths unseen,
Where dreams take flight in soft twilight,
And whispers echo through the green.

Here, in this realm of boundless scope,
Our souls entwine with every phrase,
A tapestry of hope and expectations
That paints our world with vibrant blaze.

So let us wander, free and bold,
Through verses that defy constraint,
For in this realm, our stories told,
Are timeless, everlasting, quaint.

(from the works of Jason Carr )
© Jaycarr1971