As if a man of mettle
had kissed the Mother Earth
and that each velvet petal
remembered still its birth.
I walk through silent meadows,
accompanied by stars,
a breeze fills in the shadows,
presents a star to Mars.
My heart feels like a feather,
weighed down with utter joy,
I sit in purple heather
in darkness, as a boy.
My soul has seen the mountains,
it rises in my chest
and flies back to the fountain
outside God's church to rest.
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Peace in the soul, peace in the surrounds. A delicately-worded poem of calm and serenity. G.