Baronhawk's Nest

Beyond copper wires,
twisted pair connectors.
I blow to thee a kiss,
poetic.
I float to thee a wish,
in friendship.

Stylings of rhyme
arrangements of metres
lyrics that shine
rhythm that inspires.

Borne by sultry winds
riding on wings gilded
I lend to thee my muse
for this thine interlude.

Above and beyond
the whisperings of muses
knowledge and visions
the keys to greater prose.

All this and more
to thee I wish
upon the whisperings,
of this verse.