poet Ayni Poet

Ayni Poet

Grace From Heaven

That night the Moon was swimming in waves of sugar-cotton
In the summertime heated sky,
It seamed that steam was giving birth to universes of small stars
And strings of harps were hanging down the gown of darkness.

I'm walking through the bitter forest,
Touching the dry leaves lying on the youthful land
As if my heels caress their curly edge of skin,
As if my toes are bowing to their existence,
Watering them tears of time.

The surface of the Earth is blurred
As watched through foggy eyes of just a man,
The mind keeps playing with all meanings
Witch each word that I express.

And in the evening mist, the voices of the ONE soul arise,
Blended with winds that play nocturnes of smoke
This serene night is as silky as a woman's bedtime dress,
And mysterious - as a wild, breathless lake.

Sugar rain pours from the Moon's center,
It covers heavens in sweetness and grains of bliss
It lands upon a velvet bench on Gaea,
Where an angel rests… asleep.

Topic(s) of this poem: angel, grace, heaven, night, peace

Poem Submitted: Monday, May 1, 2017

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  • Jazib KamalviJazib Kamalvi (5/2/2017 2:34:00 AM)

    A spiritual write. I liked it. Thanks

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