The freedom of an untamed heart
keeps her safe
from the dread of embracing
an unknown start
The lessons she lives
teach her
the wisdom she is now ready to impart
From the feather
of a thornbird of legendary fame
the enchantress fashions a quill
to write upon a papyrus sheet
"A heart covered in tragic story filled rhyme,
once healed,
can be likened
to a lotus flower that unfolds
petals moulded
from an incandescent loveglow
that sets the entire universe on fire
with it's heart-filled desire
to bring light to dark alleyways,
(where despair hid in shame
as fear gave birth to agonizing pain)
an intention of transcendent loveflow
illuminating the sacred heart
nestled within each soul
that ceaselessly beats
with the remembrance
it has forever been whole
As your presence
in this moment
replaces
memories past,
the story ends
and you begin
History's reign of terror now departs"
The wind
plucks the paper on which her words were writ
setting sail
to dance together upon misty clouds before
it continues to journey onward,
determined to reach it's destiny,
her message taken
up above
to Olympus
as a boon to please the fickle gods
Her intentioned message snatched
by fate's self-serving whim,
her tears she feels
are potent signs of her release,
she muses she never was one to dwell
on the forsaken ghost of a lost visionary dream
Sitting by an ancient stone well
that runs eons deep
she whispers softly to herself
but the words she now tells
are enigmas not to be revealed
The gentle undertone of her voice
carries to a land
as far as it is wide,
to a little boy
sitting with his ear
to his mothers heart
He listens carefully
to this secret undefined
by space and time,
connecting two strangers
that never did meet before
and the little boy thinks to himself
"Your face I never will see
but your secret whisper I shall give sanctuary,
I will hold it forever
within the hidden depths of me"
Till the end of his life
the whisper is kept alive
guarded within his chest,
like a treasure
sought on a hunt for a pot of faerie's
gold,
buried deep within the wilderness of
a feral jungle
where mighty golden lions roam regally,
as elephants trumpet triumpantly
and monkeys lounge lazily
under the shade of tall, hooded trees,
a place bedazzled with magic
so the human eye is not able to see
nor human hands able to reach.
keeps her safe
from the dread of embracing
an unknown start
The lessons she lives
teach her
the wisdom she is now ready to impart
From the feather
of a thornbird of legendary fame
the enchantress fashions a quill
to write upon a papyrus sheet
"A heart covered in tragic story filled rhyme,
once healed,
can be likened
to a lotus flower that unfolds
petals moulded
from an incandescent loveglow
that sets the entire universe on fire
with it's heart-filled desire
to bring light to dark alleyways,
(where despair hid in shame
as fear gave birth to agonizing pain)
an intention of transcendent loveflow
illuminating the sacred heart
nestled within each soul
that ceaselessly beats
with the remembrance
it has forever been whole
As your presence
in this moment
replaces
memories past,
the story ends
and you begin
History's reign of terror now departs"
The wind
plucks the paper on which her words were writ
setting sail
to dance together upon misty clouds before
it continues to journey onward,
determined to reach it's destiny,
her message taken
up above
to Olympus
as a boon to please the fickle gods
Her intentioned message snatched
by fate's self-serving whim,
her tears she feels
are potent signs of her release,
she muses she never was one to dwell
on the forsaken ghost of a lost visionary dream
Sitting by an ancient stone well
that runs eons deep
she whispers softly to herself
but the words she now tells
are enigmas not to be revealed
The gentle undertone of her voice
carries to a land
as far as it is wide,
to a little boy
sitting with his ear
to his mothers heart
He listens carefully
to this secret undefined
by space and time,
connecting two strangers
that never did meet before
and the little boy thinks to himself
"Your face I never will see
but your secret whisper I shall give sanctuary,
I will hold it forever
within the hidden depths of me"
Till the end of his life
the whisper is kept alive
guarded within his chest,
like a treasure
sought on a hunt for a pot of faerie's
gold,
buried deep within the wilderness of
a feral jungle
where mighty golden lions roam regally,
as elephants trumpet triumpantly
and monkeys lounge lazily
under the shade of tall, hooded trees,
a place bedazzled with magic
so the human eye is not able to see
nor human hands able to reach.
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