My anima’s moulting withinwhen she’s here to mend my soulMy wings become supersonicwhen she’s here to applaudLet my dreams remain lockedif she’s holding the keyHer love flickers, electrifies,dazzles as the neon levinradiates my dingy epochlike the vivid Canopus.
Tag: faith
Empty Hands
Unlock your dreams with deific key There’ll be light on the altar while the hope is alive even you’ve nothing worthy and even the unbidden miracles are phoney The leafless tree in fall will be blooming by spring After all, everything ought to begin with empty hands
Prayers Of The Broken Souls
Countless sacrifices and the grief will be gone when the running stops The split clouds convene, move to the north, grant the Sun to shine on the sacred land The serene fortunate nights will be given before the faiths are lost May all the broken souls be graced
Last Bench Donkey Poetry 