Where that every human structure
lean't by curve and intention to wrestle
the heavens with an inarticulate manner
Awakening soft;
one can never untrain the soul
to seek a mortal nest from the
dreams it collects, and recollects
Beauty without a face, but a gentle
warm voice to rise and unbury the sun
from those shadows before her eye
has opened and sing to her
A song that had never been created
before you knew her there, sleeping
soft and far away from any part of you;
save the memory she left for you to find
A smile, tucked beneath your own lips
and a melody for the sunrise.
Peace,
Po
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4 comments:
Oh this is simply lovely. What a nice addition to my morning reading..
i like the ending here, po ... a nice surge for the energy within!
good show!
Thank you very much Estamiaa, glad that you liked. :)
Thank you much Underchilde.
Peace,
Po
"A song that had never been created
before you knew her there, sleeping
soft and far away from any part of you;
save the memory she left for you to find"
to remembering ~
for now...
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