a delicate rain
and a rain of
delicacy
a morning of soft grey
and silent waters
while approaching
the core of
the mystery
reason to be
calling a person
by name
can be
all it takes
to awaken the soul
to be present again
and hope to inhabit the heart
which had lost
every reason to be
tender
perseverance
in kindness
does not necessary mean
being tender
all the time
will
it is when we are able to give
what we did not receive
that the abyss inside
has been completed
and our acts are no longer
dependant
on our will
alone
reposed
an almost full moon
mirroring
on silent waters
reflections
of reflections
of light
while the source is to be found
deep inside
once the mind is stilled
the body appeased
the spirit reposed
for the source of eternal light
to shine bright
wiping
golden shades of rose
covering the world
day
after day
after day
softly wiping away
the memories
of what was only meant to be
forgotten
submitted
no longer to be
submitted to
the dependence on
a perverted mind
leaves space for love
to grow
and mercy
to flow
feeling
no longer feeling
to be
a burden
is indescribable
when that is what
one has felt
all life
leaving space for love
to rule
where fear had reigned
golden
peaceful quietude
golden morning
where nothing is
to be pushed through
as every is
in its proper place
and all shall
be well
inviting
an insisting bird
accompanying dawn
silent waters
and softness
embracing the day
inviting peace
to stay