I wish you a rainbow
and a magic palette
and a vision-brush
to spread your life-colours
that hold your heart in awe
and to blend them with mine
in a vibrant painting of then and thereafter
as the larks touch the sky with reverence
and adoration
singing our dawn songs
of yesterday, today and tomorrow
in dreams distant and at fingertip-touch
letting us
know within
the immaculate peace
that passeth all understanding.
(3 September 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the fact that I can actually hear your voice as I read your warm and lovely words. Peace!