From the broken twigs
Like the milk in the moon
From the clouds in the night
You shape me
With the scents of the sandalwood
From petals of innocence
With the silken threads
You weave me
From the shimmers in the sun
To the glint in your eyes
From the virginal light
You mold me
From the colors in a prism
With a breath of zephyr
Like a honeycomb
You carve me
From the green in the leaf
You pour life into me
From wet brown clay
You sculpt me
With a little from the gravel
A bit from golden dust
With the tunes of love
You make me
With drops of faith
Little bit of intrigue
Like in orange
You build me
Like a mason of love
Craftsmen of desire
Architect of passion
You give life to me
Broken ☽ beams ...........SO......... still on ♁ so silent ..NEXT TO THE. ebbing TIDE I await ..........IS MY....... ~~~~~~♀ ~~~~~
A sensitively penned devotional piece with some fine, inspired images. In particular I liked the 'milk in the moon' and 'a little bit of intrigue'. Excellent poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
A very vivid word painting. You are an excellent imagist. Love, Sandrax
Architect of passion giving life to me-beautiful well written
Poetry par excellence, perfect imagery, flow, rhyme and rhythm. Really flawless. I loved it from the core of my heart, don't know how to say it. CP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the fibre of love From the strengh of mountains From suppleness of bamboo From innocence of child You weave my frame.............................Good Write.............