POEM
She and I fly, intoxicated, high
Lifting me up from the mire
Urging me onwards
There where no words can capture
The rapture that erupts
When you leave the past behind
She and I soar, we fly.
Bold and loud, vibrant with life.
Arising from the sea to the skies, she alights.
On her wings, she carries bright dreams and hopes.
To the east, she hovers, she looks and lingers.
Over temples and mosques, over lambs and ewes,
Over languishing babes and festering plagues
Her tears rain down, a cleansing drenching of drops.
To the west, she glides and swoops, a rainbow arc
She brushes the steeple tops and awakens the bells
A joyous tolling rumbles through the plains
Echoes through the hills and cities….
Echoes….
Echoes….
Echoes….
