Beloved Poetry
Beloved Poetry
Thou art the language of the spirits
Thou art in the rhythm of the rain
In the stories hidden in the clouds
And in the anger of a lightning bolt
Ah yes, thou art the language of the spirits
Thou art a child at play
The songs that he sings
The smiles of the day
And the tears that he brings
Ah yes, thou art the language of the spirits
Thou art a sigh of eternity
The incarnation of our silent depths
A portrait of heaven
The color of passion
The nectar of the Gods
The adornment of thought
A wandering melody
The sound of vibrant silences
And the weaver of vivid dreams
Ah yes, thou art the language of the spirits, indeed
Featured in "Pegasus Review," and "Poet's Pen."
Préféré par...
