Gifts Poem by Josie Di SciascioAndrews

listen

these words are chimes
blowing in desert wind

their whispers come from afar
bearing gifts
with the star struck awe
of ancient travellers,
their naive pilgrimages
across the sands of life
led by sudden impulses
of prophetic dreams
trumpeting intuitions
of new born hope
on the shimmering tails
of distant comets

these are the words
like breath
like air

water to quench
the thirst of a child
this burgeoning heart
within you

this is a flower
they say
take it

here is a tiny hand
reaching out
to you
a humble bracelet
of dandelion gold

receive this simple offering
this new found kindredness
between us

these words
have grown in darkness
for so long
from grains of sand
alone
in their sealed shell

so much life
compressed
on paper

so much fire
congealed
in baubles of ink

please be gentle
as I lay them down
on velvet cloth
before you

these are my pearls