She taught me that the luster of silence,
Is only as golden as the ore mined there.
From terrain to the page;
Textural vignettes scenting flavored vistas.
Contrasting aroma wafts on serenading breezes.
Her buoyant spirit riding salty brine currents,
Spanning island to peninsula.

Within the atlas bounds,
Lonely shores met when creasing folds
Intersected longing with the latitude to explore.
She is the steward of words,
Who unshelved the world
Navigating her way into my heart.

[For Peggy, my special friend.]

It radiates beauty...just like Peggy.

((((((Sherrie)))))))

Oh Techno... This poem is GORGEOUS .This is truly one of the most heart warming things that anyone has ever done for me past or present. Thank you so much for being my friend

Ps: If I add some soothing melodies to it with my harmonica and I release it as a single, can I collect half of your royalties , when it becomes a hit?

Very nice Tech