05 August 2009

What Holds at Last

When your sight gathers in one vision,
Be sure and do not doubt,
For what you see is never far from your belief,
Like the exploding emotions blend in one child’s heart.

As if your fingers recognize the lunacy of a thorn,
So shall your heart senses a muted hope.
But be still, and be true,
For light never exists if you do not let it comes.

Pattern your love and trail with your faith,
For the road you are walking never wastes any time.
You are broken and you are tempted,
But true devotion do not devastate.

Thousand ways do love to be paced by you,
But only one holds your dream at last.
It is hard, and you can weep no more,
But be brave and keep it through.

Breathing man are longing for their love on you,
But your faith is as strong as one man’s bone.
They adore you and pledge you,
But your roots grow and conquer the earth beneath.

Be still and flourish your desires in the highest,
As if prayer will not be magical if it just mouthed.
For you never fails to listen the voice of your heart,
Your trust and love will not be melt;
Under the barking flame, the winding storm or earthy flood,
Between the esteemed sunset and demanding sunrise.

And you shall not let go until you have to,
For you will know in the moment you see his eyes,
When his burning love has shattered to ashes,
His passion rejects to shiver your feet,
And his moves tear your bones into pieces,
You know that he is no longer your companion.

But may your knowledge of him remains,
And you never stop discovering him,
That he is destined to be there for you;
Then you find that his words are your faith,
His breath is your certainty,
His touch is your reliance,
His eyes are your guardian,
And his presence is your dream at last.

(July 18th, 2009)