Heart – Page 3 – ahorsealone

After 15

I have walked among the clouds,

And where are they now?

There is no welcome to the sky,

That isn’t whispered in your sigh.

I asked in the love of our days,

“What will you last love me for?”

She kissed me with these words,

“We will mourn many deaths,

Before we mourn our own…”

So she said “…a poem.”

In the solitude

Of our temples heart,

We wrote our names

Into the wind,

A written music

For those with wings.

The perched prayers

Flutter…begin.

In the ruins of disenchantment
Parrables of suffering
Lay amongst the orchids of beauty.

Here the heart labors
Where the soul
Has been patient.

Winds sweep away
Ruins and blooms…
Wanderers too.

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 found my heart upon a hill
That was to the sky a sill.
Though it lay upon old will,
I found a stone, that I found still.

Peace,

Abid

Your hands of many prayers past,
Fall with a heaviness in my chest…
It is what keeps me when to fall
Seems most human of it all.

When you visit this laden sill
Carved within me, and without me still,
To curl the curtains upon your finger
And there be a willful singer…

I hope to tell you “I needn’t know
From where you came or even how.”
For lighter is that threshold when
That is the chance you are given.

It is enough that you may
Have your good and have your say
To the man that cant demand it
And whose to say… understand it.