Sunday, July 3, 2011

On the Shores of Creation - July 03, 2011



On the Shores of Creation

We would meet on the shores of creation and walk among the grasses
Embracing the beginning of wondering, while knowing of the fall
From the corners of our being we could see the very key
That fits in the places where alone comes to call

We could hear the brimming hearts drifting full of wishes and secrets
Perhaps holding treasures on winds which spun with courage
Knowing something was amiss where the sky met grace
As they asked, is this love, our eyes find so curious

Rain signs its name on our tender hands, setting fire with its touch
As a distant star sings out that there is fire in healing waters
A thousand thoughts become the body of our stories
Wherein all darkness finds the light that matters

Between seasons, moments held hands with what is and can be
And I believe that perfection sent messages to you and me
When we met on creation's shore to walk in grasses
We were held in the arms of our own destiny

Copyright *Neva Flores @06/28/2011