Thursday, May 7, 2009

A Token of my Gratitude to you all...

“The seed keeper spread the seeds”
His intended attention
to an obedient… tranquil harmony

Was he reciting an intentional melody?
A hope to create a masterpiece of
Colors in growth and bloom?

“Only the seed keeper knows”
The morning dew whispered…

The furtive in his mind…!
I thought…

“Then it was the brave loaner, off the herd!”

“Was it just a vigorous and bold attempt
of the one who dared to be singular,
Only to commanded a moment of ovation…?”
I thought again!

Her Pure transcending essence!
A pause on her ethereal voyage!

A Destiny to be written
not as the seed keeper foretold maybe!

A destiny held
in a single whole of a moment
In a presence among the disparate
A destiny held
In tears of induced for wisdom…

“Only the seed keeper knows”
The morning dew whispered…

“Cyrus H. Mafi Copyright 2009”

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