nurture on the time of memories, ripe in the season
of harvest, and store for a days to wait, till it can be
used for a meal to nourish the flesh
gain the better of tomorrow as the grain, grow in
the watered land in the sun it stand, blown by the
wind of uncertainty, patiently look the distance day
to come
harvest the bless of the grace and bloom the seeds
for a wonderful growth, thou shall the sea look the
wave that holds the wind to go
let, my passionate glance call the soul that loom, the
vacuum of the bewilder heart, the shinning star
wake you up in the bang of gladness in the silent
night of the heart
turn every wish to pass, the miracle of each journey
and light the aging year to come, and bring the lips
that make you the wonder of today
flash the orchards of honor, in the heart that viewed
to see the beginning of a day of yesterdays to come
for only in crystal eye you will see the real venture
of forever my dear
just a pollen grown in the wilderness of the meadow,
the drops of rain bangle the shadow of growth in
each seed that sprout, be as the silent of the angel of
the wings that spread in the victory of every soul
we will just return, to a beginning of the seed.....
very wholesome... it sends a very great message... really a piece of wisdom... 10+++ lovelots, Maia
A seedtime and harvest write. loved the imagination, word content of your poem. Beautifullydone; D
'gain the better of tomorrow as the grain, grow in the watered land in the sun it stand, blown by the wind of uncertainty, patiently look the distance day to come...' a lot of creative thoughts went into this, antonio. very inspirational! thanks.
This is bursting with beauty. Rich and refreshing my friend!
wow... so poetic and artistic... nice figurative and imagery
'each seed that sprout, be as the silent of the angel of the wings that spread in the victory of every soul we will just return, to a beginning of the seed..... ' your lines are a harbinger of light, an inspiration and wisdom for any reader seeking truth..thanks for sharing, Antonio. A.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a so beautiful passionated deep, and wise verses touched a waiting aching soul..the whispers of your thoughts remind me by Gebran khalil WISDOM and thoughts, , , , , , , a comfort for the weary mind are those thoughts....