Unheard Melodies Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

I thought I could walk
through the roads of her restless heart
And borrow the voices that scream in the silence
of unheard melodies; sing to the world that which
aspires to reach the gates of our soulful and purest imagination
found at the bottom of the ocean where her true purpose and intention reside
purpose to Be is the truth written
on our'' hearts'' to pursue that which infinity and divinity have close by;
the only place where emotions remain calm when the waves boom the shores
of life in the race to the summit of self purification.

In life feelings are altered
changes are made
pure waters tasted
tears shed and sins forgiven
and made unseen like the wind dying in the east
we forget more than we remember the tender moments of life
and so today Is all I have to be forgiving and Happy.