Upon the waves

Upon the waves of loneliness
I call to my wings of rapture
Let my music dance afire

Find my lover's innermost desires

Upon the waves of the great divide
I call to my wings of peace
Let my words of humanity

Find my lost kin across the sea

Upon the waves of motherhood
I call to my wings of nature
Let my soothing lullaby

Find my baby in sweet slumber

Upon the waves of emptiness
I call to my wings of faith
And let my caressing voice

Find calm in a world of chaos

For I am merely
The enchantress of magical words

Come to do your bidding...

Sur les ondes

Sur les ondes de la solitude
Je donne la parole à mes ailes de l'extase
Que ma musique de danse feu

Et trouver le cœur de mon amour

Trouver le calme dans un monde de chaos

Pour tu...pour tu seulement


Written for Writers' Island

The books of our lives

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived."
Henry David Thoreau

From books of religions
Society came to be
But not before much debate and bloodshed
Bonfires razed to the ground
The holy words
That teach us the art of living?
Or dying.

A house full of mirrors

A house full of mirrors
That reflect our lives
Give the illusion of space

And freedom of thought
As I gaze beyond
A blank and empty wall

Which fail to limit me
Doubled my pleasure
Of looking at you

And my favourite things
In life - plants in pots
And books on shelves

Ikesha dancing
A window to the other side
Limitless possibilities

The land of shadows and dreams
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