COLOURS OF THE WIND
O Spirit of love how quick and fresh art Thou! O Spirit of LOVE.
O colour of the wind, Ye Spirit of LOVE!
If mine were the painter's hands
I'd paint with the colours of the wind, these lands,
Paint love without end and without end LOVE.
O colour of the wind, Ye Spirit of LOVE!
'Methinks Thee purge the air of pestilence'
You bring peaceful conscience of innocence.
Painted by he, is LOVE that lives
And on the errors it forgives
The Painter with a brush wipes away our tears,
When sadness nears.
The eagle soars high in the skies of LOVE
And with the colours of the wind, flies the dove.
You can hear the stones sing the mountains' voices if you listen to the wind.
The trees may whisper and the flowers' tunes may be carried and painted by all colours of the wind.
All have life and share the same Spirit - LOVE.
All are by the Painter's hand, in colours from above.
Listen to what flows from the wind's lips: melody.
The colours for the eyes to see.
The colours you can feel
They are real.
For quest for love: a clamour,
O Spirit of LOVE, how quick and fresh, Ye a glamour.
O Breath of colours,
Spectacular on flowers.
Ye paint the lilies, violet and roses,
And throw ample scope of fragrance of all choices.
Ye give pleasant odour
And colour we all adore.
O Spirit of LOVE, cool breeze in air
Ye who carried Juliet's verse in the night's air,
You paint dreams, not by Morpheus' hand,
Only by the Painter's hand.
You strike the keynote of a poet's soul
By your lovely beauty call.
O Breath of colours, O spirit of LOVE!
Colours of the wind, Ye spirit of LOVE!
What Michelangelo did on ceilings,
For the heart's skies, the Painter does with much more feelings
Than just brushing in the wind.
But He can paint, in all excellence, with all the colours of the wind.
O colours of the wind,
Ye Spirit in the wind,
Sweep over my soul.
Oh LOVE, thou art my all!
Paint Pater, of love paint,
On my heart which is faint.
O Breath of colours
You give life full of colours.
Oh I see all the beautiful colours of LOVE
Painted by the Painter with those from above
Yes the colours are dancing
In mighty paintings.
Copyright © 1998 Paida Mudzamba
God's Blessings in abundance.for you and your wonderful family. This poem goes to my FAvourites.
Most beautifully said. I like very much poems about our Daily Blessings, so wonderful to be told in all facets.5 Stars for this earlier poem from 1998 and you are very right, show this now. Amazing poem! . I have enjoyed very much
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow powerful indeed my sister. I could amost feel the colourful wind laden with duvine Love