Near whispers of Angels
words they’ve used to mend my heart
come like a song of truths to realize
a moment meant for keeping
Floating away now,
as if adrift from land
taken by rivers beneath the sea,
yet the compass in my spirit
does not relinquish its home
A water drop remembers
it is of the rivers, the rivers
bend but know
there is one place to end and begin.
Soft words yet reveal a hard purpose
and you, are winds…lifted to clouds
a breeze after the rains, and breath
remembered in my skin.
4 comments:
God this is so beautiful
Thank you Anna-
I hope everyone has someone in their life who makes poetry...H
I agree with Ana, this is indeed a beautiful poem!
thank you Mari~
as usual there is a lot of your wisdom in what i write...h
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