Treasure Island

Seshat Nibada


A Tongue – to tell her of my Truth


A tongue, this gifted tongue
To tell the world my truth
A heart, a singly faithful heart
To tell her of my charge, to answer

That at the beginning of the Day
I am light and magnitude
Because of her in my life
All messages enlarged, all too vast

Love’s infinity spent in use
Its free – to be Gold -
And answers what I do
Her waist and songs and smiles

To tell the world to love again!
A tongue, this gifted music
This heart, this midnight happening
Too ancient, too new, I pay my life

By way of spiritual diamonds
Until the Heavens disband my poverty.

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013
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