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;
life has its own way
inviting itself back
into the feeble body
it bubbles with subtelty
it was an encounter
like no other that afternoon
as the sun set
its lights on the palm fronds
she looked at me
with her big eyes
Do you know
How to hold
The abundance of a world
Offering itself
To you?
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
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
Dare
And in your daring
Never think twice to jump
Catch the wind
Under your wings
No matter what
Voices and souls
Lift you up
Like a feather
Sweet nothings
At the reach of our hands
Frivolous abidings
We can barely withstand
Yet they are the most remembered
The ones we long for
As their images wither
From our daily lore
a path opens up
to the past,
a peephole
into a time of long ago
spirits calling
the living,
spirits silenced
through the ages
