The Night as a Mistress
The mistress comes, the time is here
Hand to a hand
The sea accepts such travellers,
The wild surfs lents such crafts,
Given to the tides, the world imbibes such understandings.
When nights in callous splendours,
The skies gave such constellations,
I took a life in my hands,
Wounded and vulnerable, i am not free.
The prisoner of your womb.
So l seek that which destiny gives,
In the chambers of my deatitution,
I am impoverished in your wealth.
Make richness to my skin, to my limbs, my distress soul,
And God throned in his kingdom,
My sea void this lonely horizons,
My island rises from the depths,
Into the houses of your creations
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And God throned in his kingdom, My sea void this lonely horizons, My island rises from the depths, Into the houses of your creation.........so touching and impressive expression with a nice theme. Beautiful poem shared.10