Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Lips Yearning For That Heavenly Kiss


Lips Yearning For That Heavenly Kiss

My heart from separation cried its tears out
My soul from pains its river’s tears dried out
My mind’s imbalance vortex swept aside
My body cracked its reflective raw hide

To be free and float like a wandering cloud
Endless trails beyond the mountain peaks found
Or dance freely covering all seas and vast oceans
No restrain to barricade its determined motions

Love desires come from wanting to be free
I look upwards to flights with wings to flee
The only tears that flow from a renewed heart
The joy of painting future's hope celestial art

Nature’s Zen expanding rings follow suite
Mind body and soul in tune with my new root
Heart of life blossoms again with or without rain
Angelic choirs in heaven celebrate my gain

I took God’s pipes and blew gently my kite
Up and away towards the eternal bright light
Let go of my strings from gravity to eternal bliss
My lips yearning for that heavenly virgin kiss

April 10,2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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