I hope the angels bless you with the courage to get through your day, as there is no woe that can weigh you down, On an chariot that rides under the sun, don't be afraid to sore the light wings that are no longer made of wax, May your mind be at ease as the clouds, Weightless as they are, bare your best interest, As they are slightly moved so the sun shines brightly on you, Perhaps brighter than ever before, Promises of a brighter day await your beautiful smile, For you, as well as those that come in contact with the touch of your smile, something so simple can be life altering, whether the caress of your eye, or the softness of your voice, May what pain you feel be at ease in the blink of an eye, This is my prayer to you, Throughout the day, throughout the night, as they both linger as one, Everlasting, Until the early trumpet of no tomorrow, As soon as the angels will whisper their lullaby in your ear, Forgiving the trespass, the treasons of others that mean harm in the heaven of your eyes,
Commendable confluence of Free and Prosaic Verse...Awesome titlee, indeed...Just an IMO, if you don't mind...Your right margin break-points could be improved upon so that the overall work moves smoother structurally. Either way...I enjoyed the read ~FjR~
I was feeling slighty down until i read the words you beautifully wrote compassionate i love it 👏👏👏👏
Beautiful Title- In The Psalm of Your Mind and poem has its own beauty -Forgiving the trespass, the treasons of others that mean harm in the heaven of your eyes, thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clever title. That's what attracted me to the poem, and then the poem was certainly worth reading. One question: Didn't you mean SOAR instead of SORE?