Like a thin cloud, sun colors,
every moment to display his whims,
spins and changes
in the deft hands of winds,
love transforms-
from one to other,
in to many splendrous forms.
Your eyes are looking
in to my inner depths,
i see them reflected in my
soul's deep waters,
when i sit and contemplate
all alone,
i feel as if we are together always
bound in soul
Your lips quiver,
fluttering like a bird
that wants to fly
and sit at the branch of my heart
and sing.
Love is in here and now
and in the beyond,
when fulfillment sown
as seeds in the fields of life,
future has songs to sing for us,
**when we are gone far in to past
yet could fertilize future's womb.**
Love is the spiral that braid us
body mind and soul,
and lend wings to fly in to a timeless bliss
****** or otherwise.
OIO
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 10:54 PM UTC
Like a thin cloud, sun colors,
every moment to display his whims,
spins and changes
in the deft hands of winds,
love transforms-
from one to other,
in to many splendrous forms.
Your eyes are looking
in to my inner depths,
i see them reflected in my
soul's deep waters,
when i sit and contemplate
all alone,
i feel as if we are together always
bound in soul
Your lips quiver,
fluttering like a bird
that wants to fly
and sit at the branch of my heart
and sing.
Love is in here and now
and in the beyond,
when fulfillment sown
as seeds in the fields of life,
future has songs to sing for us,
**when we are gone far in to past
yet could fertilize future's womb.**
Love is the spiral that braid us
body mind and soul,
and lend wings to fly in to a timeless bliss
****** or otherwise.
OIO
Request permission to use this poem