(CYCLE : STIGMA OUR SOULS)
You came to me at an early summer dawn
Invisible, magically perceptible
I call You God, You are Him
You patted me lighty on the head
I feel You soothe the wounds of my soul
You hair is long and green like weeping wilow twigs
Your eyes are pale blue like the morning misty sky
Your breatch is like the soft singing of morning birds
With a light wind, You hit leaves of trees, flower petals
I an feel You in the elusive radiant vibration of the air
You move the curtains in the window of my heart
How would You like to see, understand interior
But the immovable weight of my grief not help You
Some tear tangling in my eye, silent request wanders
After a few hours today everything changes
As if my silent sadness disturbed, hurt You
How would You like joy to reside in my heart
How would You revive my dying dreams
( June 28,2026 )
