Not only heaven fell to shore
When stumbled I on milky ore,
Long since the ocean, waves unfurled,
On shore laid thin her shawl to world,
And mountain, move’d far inland,
Swayed his self to shore as sand.
I stayed here, our world’s torn seam,
One man of men, looking within.
Photo Credit Harold Davis
There is a temple in my breath,
And my heart is a mason
Searching for steps to your neck.
But my breath is lost to wind,
Leaving temples in the sky,
Each a city to your sigh.
I heard the rain outside today
And a robin singing away.
I thought which way his song would sway,
Because I heard the rain outside today.
photo credit to Maksl5 at deviantART
When you speak I hear a song
That is ointment to my soul.
What will happen
If I hear you pray?
It knocked on the door of my solitude
And shacked the frame of its temple.
Id always thought I would rejoice
But oh to be someone so simple!
I never learned the loneliness
Of two that met each other.
Of how languages and eyes
Could never meet each other’s.
I want to paint a city
with letters and words…
Lift it up
with .’s and !’s
Slip away with me
Between the words
Into an alley
Of memory
Where the soul paints
On crumbling cinder
with ideas and where
We find a silence different
From that of .’s and !’s
You will never be blinded, for you see through the eyes of my faith.
You will never feel lost, for you walk through the gardens of my wonder.
You will never know cold, for you wear the garments of my soul.
You will never meet thirst, for you have the pools within my eyes.
You will never lose breath, for you are carried in the winds of my spirit.
You will never speak with pain, for you live within the temple of my prayer.
You will never aqcuaint hunger, for you dine on the essence of my dreams.
And you will never be alone… if you can settle for what is left.
I saw two birds perched on a tree’s thin branches,
Swaying, gently, in the winds enchantments.
It was after a prayer for my love…
Again, after a prayer for my love.
I saw two shadows wavering about
And then, one…and of only one I thought.
I went to sleep without your voice
Settling its nest upon my ear.
I thought I should, still, rejoice
That I’d find you at dreamy frontiers.
Your every word would take flight,
And spangle the atmosphere
With heaven’s memories and write
What mortal ears could not hear.
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Our earth awakes to a call.
From within itself a voice
Lays truth, an amber spell.
She pulls across her body
The sunlight shawl of morning,
Across amber fields of barley,
The swell of dew filled dreaming .
Two golden seas mix, this instant,
And truths blend,indifferent;
For what is taken… is uplifted.
Let the leaves of the olive tree,
Let a past’s youthful brew.
Let me hear their silence be
A prayer she listens to.
I dont usually ask for input, but I’d love to hear your reactions to this one if you may :).
~Love and Peace
Abid
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