Its warm, the wind is tickling ears,
It blows away all of my fears,
I am at peace, in harmony...
Listening to melody of sea.
Its waves will wash away my tears...
I raise my head - the sky is clear,
I feel your presence, you are near.
You have no face, you have no wings,
there's only soul, all other things
will make you mortal once again...
Yet I won't change, I stay the same.
I need your aid, my holy friend,
It is my heart that needs your mend...
The sky is purple, water still,
A seagull's cry, and I can feel
That pain has gone away...
I kneel before you holy friend.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=296830
Рубрика: Философская лирика
дата надходження 29.11.2011
автор: Walter Fane