As the rivers flow to oceans, <br />And Impressionists paint Clouds, <br />Reminiscing in my silence, <br />Comes the need to think aloud, <br />And what better than a poem, <br />That becomes a traveling cloud, <br />With past thoughts and inner feelings, <br />Where deep memories are allowed. <br /> <br />Poem, friend that wakes my silence, <br />Takes me gently by the hand, <br />Helps me write a Sea of Feelings, <br />All my world it understands.<br /><br />Sandra Feldman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-consolation-poems-give/
