Jul 2014
My Mother do not worry...
In my heart
Is a song that builds
A silent church
Lighted by stout arms
Of candles,
In my lips is a bell that spreads
All the sounds of love.
Reaching beyond the heavens;
In my eyes is a star chipped from
The halo of sun
And embedded as diamond on that queenly
Brow; in my veins are chords that hum a thousands melodies in awaited
Moments; in my breath is fragrant as the flowers veiling your absence.
A butterfly to these sighing leaves;
In my fingers in touch,
Spread out to revered doubts in chamber
Of approaching darkness, sun, rain, wind
And bird are one
Earth and moistened seeds
From my fragrant soul;
All worldly gifts have I
If only you're here beside me,
My beloved, jewel and part of my poetic gifts.
My Mother do not worry...I am still here with you.
In my heart
Is a song that builds
A silent church
Lighted by stout arms
Of candles,
In my lips is a bell that spreads
All the sounds of love.
Reaching beyond the heavens;
In my eyes is a star chipped from
The halo of sun
And embedded as diamond on that queenly
Brow; in my veins are chords that hum a thousands melodies in awaited
Moments; in my breath is fragrant as the flowers veiling your absence.
A butterfly to these sighing leaves;
In my fingers in touch,
Spread out to revered doubts in chamber
Of approaching darkness, sun, rain, wind
And bird are one
Earth and moistened seeds
From my fragrant soul;
All worldly gifts have I
If only you're here beside me,
My beloved, jewel and part of my poetic gifts.
My Mother do not worry...I am still here with you.
