Columbus one day discovered the new world.
I have only discovered but a rhyming world.
With letters in words revealing highs and lows.
The mountains and the valleys from a writer's soul.
The crosses sharing lines of intersection.
On paper longing to make a connection.
The points of interest stopping for a dot.
Coming together at last at a resting spot.
The Rose is a symbol worn in a breastpin.
The red petals will open daily to close me in.
I write for the occasion to let the heart only breathe.
And I end the day praying to let the words roam free.