listen
these words are chimes
blowing in desert wind
their whispers come from afar
bearing gifts
with the star struck awe
of ancient travellers,
their naive pilgrimages
across the sands of life
led by sudden impulses
of prophetic dreams
trumpeting intuitions
of new born hope
on the shimmering tails
of distant comets
these are the words
like breath
like air
water to quench
the thirst of a child
this burgeoning heart
within you
this is a flower
they say
take it
here is a tiny hand
reaching out
to you
a humble bracelet
of dandelion gold
receive this simple offering
this new found kindredness
between us
these words
have grown in darkness
for so long
from grains of sand
alone
in their sealed shell
so much life
compressed
on paper
so much fire
congealed
in baubles of ink
please be gentle
as I lay them down
on velvet cloth
before you
these are my pearls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem