LONGFELLOW

Perfection bound in human form
eternity stamped papyrus
1841 relived in my hands
running my fingers through your masters

History, breath, your words elect
the taste of extraordinare
gold foil your namesake
in eternities formal flair

Ink and well, your dabbled script
Your genius, charm and depth
How I would have loved to shake your hand
to feel your heartful souls experience

Different century, changing times
I drift into your verse, your dreams
We seldom write such gorgeous lines.
I hold sacred what each word means.

To smell the history in each page
I step back time with etching vision
How could you know you held such grace
and touched our innocence.

--Diva