Holy Time of Silence (Dedicated to the Caressing Flower) I have heard the Holy Time has come, solemnly silent you left the house, taking everyone with you to the riverside, for leaving the sins to the lost angles. Kids are picking apples in the garden, the flwer is brought all the way from the Mountains, and the music is blasting for the remembrance, But I only remember your smile and carve for your hands, for the blaze of light in your words. You whisper: "jump form the top of the Mountain, Melese, for everything is easier on the earth, and kisses simple and wet". But I have some secrets in mind, a chord, a song and a hymn of love, I struggle to touch the steams of the light to learn the rhythm of sunset in your eyes, and how you caress the flowers so they raise. There is an old Temple, where I will kneel like a believer, and when the darkness is complete, I ask for the next holy dance, as you promised in our beautiful dreams. Melese
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 15:18:40 +0000
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