dearly beloved <br />promise yourself not to forget poetry <br />you cannot say that, unless you are prepared to be another congenital liar, <br />your lips miss always the metaphors that please your tongue <br />that tastes the sweetness of nectar words <br />inside the receptacles of your flower-mind <br /> <br />come, dearly beloved <br />for the meantime leave the daily cares of your search for comfort <br />forget the greenish look of the almighty money <br />come with me <br />let us sing the songs of our perdition <br />let us ring the bells of of our death <br />to art, say it again, to art i must live and die and live and die <br />and die again <br /> <br />only to be redeemed by the powers of its beauty <br />its grace that saves us <br />ultimately from the evils of boredom <br />of too much familiarity to the insignificant <br />and the worldly, <br /> <br />dearly beloved we set free our butterflies <br />into the infinite skies of our <br />immortal existence.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-you-can-do/
