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.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
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.
