The sun will know where we first began
To explain there is no need
All we have been before is in our hands
But, when you come with me
You must lead
Many a story calls our hearts to fly like doves
From where our flowers bloom
Into skies of our beliefs we soar above
Unknown valleys of woven time
Spun upon life's loom
In flight together, we will find an open door
Where our needs are met the same
With no concern of what came heretofore
Yet, when you come with me
Know my name
Bright feathers from the changing years
Will lie within our home's flowers
What we have been will shed no tears
For when you come with me
The story's ours
January 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In flight together, we will find an open door Where our needs are met the same With no concern of what came heretofore Yet, when you come with me Know my name Beautiful verse from Neva. I love to read her other verses too. Good luck Regards & Love from WILLIAMSJI MAVELI