Rested stones
without a name
nothing to do
defying time
shore beating waves
seeking space
wash the stones
and make them shine
thousand eyes
have passed them
no stories to tell
your eyelashes dance
leave me in a trance
picking stones
as gift for your eyes
A testament from a man of God. He who sees God's two beauties. Both, to enchant the eyes of man. One created with beauty, that he might find love. The other created by love that he might find God. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do love a simply worded poem that reveals things more clearly and answers it's own questions. This truly is fine, original writing.