You posses more kindness than grain of sea shores sand
with more graces upon your being and ease more hearts
This memory alights with flaming fire as witness
we won’t forget. This is the day we speak some things
into our heart; those things we couldn’t voice and
the whole meaning is a gentle peace.
God is gentle than peace but men made more laws
to put our hearts in nimble turns
against all thinking beings – human being.
Wait, can we dance a bit in honour of memories
we could not speak with our stamping feet?
By an ocean side like fallies tossing their manes
in sky, can you really leap up your feet?
By some sound to help our dance,
maybe then, we will have the freedom
to speak the chorus of our mind.
You have an enchanted eye
full with high visions of proud perpetuality.
You mount the sky with sinuous soar.
In delight despite, day and night.
The glory you be a kindness you share.
In the valley of this existence, there rises
some blue emotions and the emperors are
what we have in silence with heroic texts
in all our exchanges. There is this foamy sheaf
of fountain that can only be observed if heart is a religion.
Else, we will keep seeking for a better land like
an emigrant with toiling hands in silence and sorrow.