Tuesday, August 20, 2013

This afternoon is a cover of you, a journey to a watery origin...

This afternoon
With rains humming a swoon
On me soul and eyes,
And rippling faith like
Water generating a birth of mirth,
me sleepy cool
By Your deep deep pool
Sees in mind
How in watery heaven
Our progeny lie...
Our history,
Our ancestry,
Our relics,
Our obelisk,
Our primacy
Of being...

And
me sees
Your eyes
Shining
In water...

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