Friday, September 11, 2015

the nearest heart



Are you lost today? Floating on a blue sea
Drifting to the edge of sky and water
Lost among familiar sounds all out of place
amid faces that peek through  a haze-
meio perdida...uma pequena quebrada


But you are never lost, nor far away
You’ve made the world a smaller space
grown over with a bed of warmth

As I whisper a prayer,  a whimper fills
The following breath and it is as if air
Carries the weight of these moments too
When you see the nearest heart from a distance
Apart from touch, a space always just beyond
fingertips-Eu sussurro uma prece-

You feel lost but know, you have been found
in the warm, rising air lifted by love and prayers
and the world that knew you so well
waits and stores its other treasures until you
return from this troubled slumber
and awaken into the dream of life
you have gifted to all you have touched
mais uma vez- Eu sussurro uma prece
 

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