Dear World Poem by Walter W. Safar

When I love,
I fly with the wind
Into the magic land below the rainbow of the human heart;

When I love,
A tear is a blessing, not a curse,
Because those who never cried don't know what love is.

When I love,
Even death removes its wistful black veil from the face of life
To show its beauty to the world.

When I love,
Even sad memories - wandering the valley of death
Like a purple shadow -
In the magic harmonies of Scottish bagpipes
Find their home,
For memories to guide them from soul to soul of those they held dear.

When I love,
I fly the world in a sunray
To kiss with distant solitudes in darkness,
So that love might spring in darkness
Like a flower for a world in love;

When I love,
Even the saddest of songs spreads its tired wings
Like a young butterfly,
To fly around the world from heart to heart
Like a message from invincible love;

Oh, Lord, when I love,
I admit: I shall sing even in death's lap,
Like a violin sings when held by the old maestro
While he walks towards his demise;

When I love,
I am a drop of rain on the trembling face of a desert rose,
Illuminated by a jet of sunlight and the smile of a rose,
I kiss the face of Earth
Just like a child kisses his mother's face,

When I love the world
Like a love the woman of my life,
I lovingly look at Earth with the eyes of an astronaut from deep space,
And at mankind like a poet looks at his quill.

When I love,
The verse is my homeland,
And the poem is mankind.