Dancing sands of the Celebration!
Step, step, round, and twirl...
Tilting aisles of Andromeda...we,
Leaving, learning, fixing
Our sights...tuning satellites...
Racing sand in Celebration!
Dancing sands of the Mother!
Lifting, shifting her skirts...
Recalling the baby she held to suckle...
Taming, naming it 'Andromeda'...
Tossing high, higher, out...farther-
Racing, chasing only one hour ago!
Shaking skirts free of sand!
We laugh crinkles skyward, blinking
Pin-points beckon...
In the distance, our Path, course, journey...
Ahead, behind, above...hands, that held
Andromeda,
Fluff pillows, mountains, clouds,
Of our new
Home.
the razzling words of beauty when celebrating the entry into the door of new home and the home is the sweet home.................thanks, i do appreciate, wishing u all the best, thanks for sharing
These words are so well gifted that I immediately felt invited in to briefly share the celebration... so I shall depart now, smile and say congratulations! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A stellar birth feast for a worthy princess with language as heady as the wine served to the guests.