Sunday, July 27, 2014
Not yet will those ancient hearts be melting again
When the only days hearts have melted are these;
Then swearing happens under the course of blues,
Greens and reds, the primary hues of this planet,
Though this planet causes us to observe our manners.
The stairway into gardens is done and said
Like a deity on the whole,
We beg the differences and some may seek
The changes of a lifetime.
The ancient hearts melt into molten lava,
Erupting into a volcanic activity.
The valiant men whose hearts have burst
Are lowly and sacred at the same time.
Not yet will the hearts be mistaken over mankind,
A man will come to teach the days ahead,
With their names to be discussed
And the words must be shared.
Names are registered and enjoyed
Like the deity of the world who is near.
Topic(s) of this poem: ancestry