Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

...old, written from exile to a friend in further exile....

Little boy beautiful, little boy blue
shyly looks over: you witness the earth.
Pensive, your lexis exhibits a sigh;
laughter inhibited rivets my eye
onward where angels would long to attend,
minister gracefully, comfort and cry.
Listen—believe me—spectacular you,
little boy beautiful, little boy blue:
lift your eyes upward and ask not the why,
rather the who you are. Ponder, my friend—
ponder the gaiety blue on the sky
vast—omnipresent—yet only when dry.
Gray tears hide gaiety; wipe them for mirth—
listen—believe me—spectacular you.

beautiful poem


I had to google lexis,

lexis on the Web:

* all of the words in a language; all word forms having meaning or grammatical function
wordnetweb.princeton.edu/perl/webwn

Finely crafted poem, Joel.