Tuesday 12 July 2011

Serenity And Her Son

She came draped in dark green
Among all the colour and chaos
She looked like dignity.
Serenity stood
With her son by her side
I tried to shake his hand
But no response
I had no wings

And then she did
And when she did
Like resonance
His smile multiplied
Ecstatic joy
Pure as his Mother's face

And as she spoke
She sang
The note was high
Piano
With crystal keys.
Peace be upon you
She asked him to reply
But we spoke a different tongue
I spoke,
They'd sung

Then they left
Like a tide
In this desert
Mirage like; the tide alone
No sea at her back
But her son at her front
Away maybe to sway another soul
To put a smile on a face
They say you can meet angels
I saw a compelling case...

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