Broken to marvel

Away from broken promises,
from toxic premises
and broken heart,
pen and paper; my art
call heartfelt pain tragedy
pen some lines of melody,
make worry rhyme with merry
and pain taste like cherie


paint a picture of fine line
flowing a stream of fine wine
opulently brewed
that changes the mood
from broken to marvel,
makes angels from devil
paint themes that exhale
calmness, so worried lungs can inhale

ears bewilder
hear sounds of lilting samba
from verses of poetic sonnet
like sounds of magical cornet.
Teardrops from eyes as though balm
sees gleam; in a poem
as loving flames ignite
and broken hearts again unite.