Norah
I woke up
this morning,
Bearing
a tender
whisper in my heart.
A whisper,
Calling my ancient soul
to dwell the skies.
Reap the bright clouds,
Some peace,
Some joy,
Then,
Toss and toss,
All over this land.
I look outside
and watch the view.
I say to my self;
Let me enjoy
this scene.
For soon,
Over this land,
Color largesse
will sway
Over reefs,
Over boulders,
Over dormant homes.
Nestling before
a blue azure ocean,
Rising far behind them,
Tall an alpine mountain.
Let me enjoy
this scene.
For soon,
Over this land,
Coral whites must earn
their respites.
On her walls
'Old Medina'
They will lace
a parting touch.
While raging waves
will be dashing
on tired shores.
Sea greens, greens,
Their hopeless envies.
Glossy smithereens,
Fading,
As they wham
on tired shores,
Silent and helpless.
In shore,
Back and forth,
They bang, they roar.
Let me enjoy
this scene,
Before dark clouds
can ruin it.
Off! Off!
Eager they waste
my time.
Massing out,
In banks,
In numbers.
Cumulus under navy skies.
But wait!
My Sun
will shun them off.
Just wait I say.
Hmmm
Let me pray!
'My sun
is shining
Over luster hills.
His torch he fires,
Fine glaring shells.
Let him pierce
his beams the frozen dust.
Bless him
mi Padre, he must.
Ahhh!
Let's wait
for sometime.
Hence,
Between whiles,
Roses of windows
will feast on
Lumière mystique.
As we tread the slopes,
Let my sight trails
the hermit hills.
The hermit hills
and farthest,
Let my sight
trails lonely coasts.
As we tread the slopes,
Let me tail
Aurora's gales.
We might find,
At last,
A promised land.
Highlands,
Where they wander
seekers of light.
Who fly and soar
heavenwards,
Riding the flying chariots.
Oldest hands,
The healing balm.
Heavenwards they roam.
A soft breeze,
A holy sphere.
Bless me,
Bless me,
If they land.
Just once!!!!
they land
and wipe them,
Ancient tears.
They can call,
They can whisper.
Gentle whispers,
Tender calls,
Surreal,
Surreal enchanting whispers.
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