Thursday, May 30, 2019

Poem from Last Night





Listening to Toni Bee

Lectures on dreams
lullaby us into 
a waking vision.

She stands for us
in her sleep, lies down 
touching trees.

Downstairs in
plain sight. Upstairs,
band can't keep up.

Her titles defy 
royalty. Her voice
elevates princes. 

Ready for flight,
we wait for her
to tell us believe. 
 


1 comment:

Unknown said...

What a wonderful poem/testament to Toni