I look in your heart
For the first, to the last
Before I try to glance
Through the door of your
Soul.
I try to collect the crystals
From your deepest corners
You have so many beautiful
Flowers, in your soul garden
You, so afraid to water these
Inhibiting them to fully grow
And bloom with their full divinity.
I collect all the fallen petals
Of your roses and oriental lilies.
Sending them into the air.
So the fragrance can mingle
Do you see your soul crystals
When made shine with full doses.
Feeling fragrance of your soul roses
Do you see your garden?
Of your beautiful heart
The rare present given to you.
The work of many painful years
The crop you harvest in the heart
And soak it with quiet tears.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
I look in your heart
For the first, to the last
Before I try to glance
Through the door of your
Soul.
I try to collect the crystals
From your deepest corners
You have so many beautiful
Flowers, in your soul garden
You, so afraid to water these
Inhibiting them to fully grow
And bloom with their full divinity.
I collect all the fallen petals
Of your roses and oriental lilies.
Sending them into the air.
So the fragrance can mingle
Do you see your soul crystals
When made shine with full doses.
Feeling fragrance of your soul roses
Do you see your garden?
Of your beautiful heart
The rare present given to you.
The work of many painful years
The crop you harvest in the heart
And soak it with quiet tears.
