Lutes

Rustic dreams turn pastoral
As they wander through landscapes,
Of greenery usual .
Lutes of the bard create waves.

As mind moves through the mazes
Of magnificent dreamscapes,
With joy a fairy bounces,
Lutes of the bard create waves.

Ghosts of my past terrify.
Images in mindscapes
Stand tall, bold and horrify.
Lutes of the bard make waves.

As I flip through the pages
Of romance in bright moonscapes,
Darkness goes;pain effaces.
Lutes of the bard create waves.

16 lines
Form Lyric poem