Monday, March 21, 2011
walk through the world without of canopies and sun from my cradle,
traveling from one star to my moon
become his lullaby ... - If it exists!
came to be their for my sunset glow,
usual care in a poem,
and memory honest, my salaam
and inspiration in step with this step.
Not much I know ... for me nothing
if I hike to its summit and stimulates
compliment in the heat that links
the voices of the world under a pillow.
Kneeling will say that I avoid
n or be more than a dream for the sky,
as a human I am for this soil
gives me a poem to my ritual.
Perhaps reflecting rays in the water,
cry your heart when you pray,
for always being my in the quiet temple
an altarpiece of love for my forge.
3/19/11
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