Shy And Yona The Prophet Poem by ANTONY PULLEN

parting afriend is painful,
meeting again is blissful.
birds of the same folk,
painted by the supreme commander,
fly together in their thoughts,
sing together melodies poems of life,
share together sweet and colourful dreams.

on the eve of their departure he sang.
of all the earthly music that reaches farthest,
is the beating of atruly loving heart.
beats of their hearts synchorinsed.,
reverbaration reaching heavenly heights,
her lips sobbing and face blushed.
she asked who you will be in, rebirth
i will be an ant beborn he replied.
creeping over your body, valleys and mountains,
and on that virgin land world is exposed to me.
i will have the proud of a conquuerer,
warrier who conquired the entire world.
wiping his eyes with her kirchief,
he asked who you like to be in rebirth,
tears dripping on his book of life,
she replied in a prophetic mood.
i will be a whale in the deep sea of life.