This is a song for burdened hearts,
Who wonder far & wander lost:
Of hungry gods & goddesses untamed,
The fevered worship of trees & grass;
Of pink sunsets & yellow sunrises,
The mirrored gaze of the river;
Of the sweet pollen peopled earth,
The bees' curious buzz;
Of the city filled with neon signs,
The taxi driver's weary sigh;
Of a mother's constant warmth,
The wild shadows of lamp light;
Of the stars & the moon's sway,
A lover's tender hands steering to shore;
Of the infinite reaches of Space,
The ever arching needs of the horizon;
These are small mercies, little joys,
Canopied over the gross days,
The dark tasteless nights.
📷: Pixabay
First Posted in a whim on uptrennd. Loved it and brought it here. Namaste.
©Osahon, 2020.
