It's the rhythm of the calm heart in love,
Learned in the secrets of faith, trust and hope,
The same I've found to be the songs of doves,
Peace.
The stars above, sparkling diamonds you see,
Declares this message, the universe's scope,
The only truth that forever sets free.
Peace.
It's the hidden message of the rainbow,
The mystery the dandelions convey,
The secret code by which the heavens glow,
Peace.
The voices of the rocking seas to small and great,
A splendid song of the dawning morn's sway,
Clearing dents of the past for a clean slate.
Peace.
'Tis the sure anchor of hope through the storm,
On the cloudless sky after the shower,
the butterfly in the hideous dark worm.
Peace.
Only patience may find the blissful end,
The way of the world, it's mysterious hour,
That dawn, the light at the tunnel's end.
Peace.
YOU ARE READING
THE BLUE
Poesía...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
