Mountain Seer Poem by Mitta Xinindlu

Perhaps the reason that your soul is laid
naked and raw waiting for praise
from my heart,
birthed wings that touched
and led my mind
down the path of laughter and smiles.

A path where reason
is in every season.
A lath where I lay my soul naked
for your mind to wander for decades,
and to maunder in breathing and breeding seasons.
Where our souls and hearts are sharing
a covenant of blood shedding.

A place where silence is the preset
that allows actions to be assumed perfect.
A face where our eyes clap for our sacred love
while the sun professes our thoughts's cave;
and the moon confesses to our heartbeats;
and the music echoes in our love sheets.

Perhaps your presence is a sentence
to my vocabulary of no pretence.
to the words I've been attempting at many a time
in wait for your soul to merge with mine.
Where birds flap their wings with joyful sighs,
celebrating the meeting of our minds.
Where the stars collate to write our story,
which in words, alone, I couldn't tell boldly.

I cannot deny the work of the Universe
in creating a meeting point in our verses.
Where minds of the same nature
recognised that they're matured.
Allowing out smiles to be the sun
and pain becomes shunned.

Look at love!
Look at how love has danced
to merge two souls who were once
scattered and shattered
into pieces and ashes.