Moist Of Love Poem by Antonio Liao

As the grain grow
and expose in the harshness of
Every wind the tiny little
wings gracefully and lovingly dance with its
surrendered
leaves; to roll on and to live the avenue
of what every living organism
crawl

cleanse my lonely eyes and wipe
my tender love with
passion to venture the beginning of time of that
early morning bless, neither the sweet sleep
conquer the moment of time, and seduce
my path to follow
in your ways resolve, for nothing can brings
my fear of obedience of love
to close my admiration

now come my dear Lord and shed my shield
of tears the lasting covenant of my prayer …