Tuesday, 22 March 2011

universal exchange - a poem

No spoken words exchanged as the orange illuminates their souls; the worship begins.

The colour of love fills each one with hope. A kiss, a prayer, a tear, offered to the burning ball above.

The absolute power radiates; a touch, a glance and soft spoken word now shared.

His now fading solar makes way for her; its her time now.

She comes to share her glow with a billion twinkles from a dark space.

The tribe now dispersing with knowing smiles, they send their wishes and peace.

Dedicated to my beautiful friend Maria K

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