My home is…
Not far from the sea
Not far from the land
Close to heaven
Every dawn…
I glide like a bird,
breeze like a wind,
and cry like the rain.
I dream in blue,
in the arms of my lover’s soul, the sea
My truth is golden,
the teaching of my mother’s heart, the earth
And my tears are white,
The scholar of peace, an angel’s wing!
Every dusk,
lustful for yet another sunrise
I rest my soul, my thoughts, and hopes
In a place, I call home…
A home I call “LIFE”!
Cyrus H. Mafi Copyright 2010
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