FEATURED POET – Gibran Khalil Gibran
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
The incense grabs my being
slows down my walk
a peak inside the door
the candle lit
to the woman
who holds the earth
in the palm of her hand.
The heavy breathing
Covers the sound
Of steps crunching
the white ground
Beauty speaking
Earthly bound
Swiftly flowing
On each mound
The call to stand
Stronger than life itself
To reach for the sun
True to its nature
Of growing erect
Even while embracing
Other limbs
Open up your life
Like petals
Gently revealing
Seeds of creation
Let the light in
Casting away
Shadows
And illusions
Well,
A herd of goats
Guarded
Guided
Taken care of
They jumped at the chance
Of rushing
To the road
Through an opening
It felt alive
The grounds that touched me
Sliding under my feet
Lifting every step
Its lines
Circled my body
Found the knots
The cracks
The sinews
She looked up to the mountains
To where her savior might come
One riding upon the mist of eve
Gliding over a mantle of green
She never saw the figure longed for
Nor did her dreams come true
So she turned her gaze upon
The mystery hidden in her bosom
