Sunday, July 14, 2013

Lights Of Spring

I worshiped you, the ground you never walked

In lights of spring, in candlelight cathedrals 
Maybe some fear would clear the air, with modest thoughts 
A certain kind of shyness never lost... 

The weight was lite and stress far from every reminder
Now that the tides have swept across 
From sea to sea 
The river of my dream no longer carries water...  

T h e   W r i n k l e   I n   M y   H a n d

Palm lines and scars... 
Just a wilted flower, epitaph in the shadow. 
With the only objective to remain as words 
As some form of grace
That leaves the warmth here but belongs to the life after. 

In lights of spring, in candlelight cathedrals 

I worshiped you, the ground you never walked.

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