Sweet Smell Of Balladry Poem by Daniel Miltz

The sweet smell
Of the night fertile
My poet hand begin to write
Brain recite, head in hands
Tonight, falling crystal delight
Outside my sundown, window shade
O' I feel the sweet smell
The shadow of my brain
Now is a beamin'
And my poet mind in a slam
Now my memory jolts
For once and all
I finally found
Changing words in a scurry
Shivers run up my spine a screaming
O' I feel the sweet smell
Tonight, in my own creation done
Dreams flaunt, taunt, in dream scope
Of making poetry, rhyme and verse
To the jingle, on my poesy page tingle
My final midnight ode'
Is my witching hour abode
O' I feel the sweet smell

© daniel miltz