Tuesday, January 12, 2010

WHERE LILACS BLOOM

POEM

novmber 9,200y

Good morning, gentle one!

And like a
cloud lifting wind,
sweep
all the remnants of nights’ tyranny
revealing a rainbow of love
faith and truth
take me back on a pilgrimage
to forgotten zones,
where beauty walks
with steps coy but firm in faith
and love walks free from fear
of daggers and of cloak.

Take me
where lilacs are in full bloom,
and where fragrance mocks
fear, pain and pangs of doubt
and where mornings pray all day,
mocking the night and its nightmares ......

2 comments:

b&b said...

Oh, the master of fragrant words, spreading freshness everywhere!

Dolly said...

Sir your poems are touchy and very personal.. whenever I write such a personal poem I never share.. :]