Posted in life, Poetry

How


How like a child
to know that being free
to taste the wind,
is the unbidden source of art,
of what life means,
that joy is there.

How fair,
a thousand wheels
above the earth
that sing upon the hills,
that gifted from the air,
relay its strength and redirect
its power.

How much of truth
that trees may breathe again,
that fish may frolic in the ripples
that the stones create
in flashing mountain streams,
that caribou will graze upon a plain
though far away, still undefiled.

yet

How deep the melancholy of the earth
to learn the incarnation went awry
and it was man who rose up from the sod,
a metamorph,
a true sardonic sire,
a saint evolved in irony,
an avaricious god.
Posted in English, life, love, Poetry, true love

Your Promises

Heard your words
Make me feel worthy
Your words is my law
Make me feel secure.

You open my heart
Using your key
I entrusted it to you
My life and my soul.

The wavelengths
Of your pavements
Is crossing the borders
Towards me with love.

Your promised forever
Always be my strength
To put my trusts on you
I always love you.

I appreciate every single
Act you’ve done to show it
You make my world shine
Gives me hope.