As the rise of an Eastern sky
shines light upon a brand new day
there is the finding of new hope
and journey of a better way....
A heart trapped in impurity
of the demize of spoken words
that encumbers walks of freedom
and the song of voices unheard...
When in choice of your own free will
you shall do and say as you please
knowing not of such wounds inflict
nor penatrations thorn that stick....
Scars of a battle so unseen
leave the frailty of hearts unclean
so that as one tries to unvail
there is only harsh winds of sail......
Take of time with hearken ear..
listen to the speech of tounge..
and place each word with seed of love..
In this I shall then know you true...
An' doors shall open to walk through.....
(22/04/07)
Great stuff Geoff, written in the unmistakeable style that only you have, a ten from me Love Lynda xx
A clear-cut gem of advice Geoff, wonderful piece! ......................Diane
A very deep write Mr Warden, so good to see you back posting again.... HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Written with a flourish....lovely ending too! ! Where have you been, Geoff? ! Have missed you: -) Love...TO