Tuesday, January 03, 2012

A poem of kindness

What does it sound like 
A poem of care 
A poem of kindness 
One that holds hands 
Embraces shoulders 
And understands 
A poem that walks 
Next to your path 
Listens all day
Without depart 
A poem that drinks 
Despair and your tears 
Strokes your dim hair 
Without hesitation
Or any fears
A poem that brightens 
Heavy mined fields
Collects all splinters 
Without fatigue
Stitches your wounds 
If only I knew 
I would read it 
With a warm and soft voice 
And you could hear it 
Pervade every cloud 
Lift the dark shade 
Enfolding you 
Holding you 
If only I knew