A dream called The Aurora Borealis

May it that the heavens grace me to watch

Or may it  through beloved eyes 

Sure am I that  north abode to reach 

In lifetimes  next or this 

A sight of the spectacular Aurora Borealis

May a night sky  I see in the north

And the iced lake beneath 

Amongst the magical trees,

love filled heart and  howling winter breeze 

Whence shall watch the Aurora Borealis 

May a  faraway dream it seems 

But a dream nearer to my heart it is

As to the earth the magnificent sun shares

The sparks of their love in solar flares 

And I dream the Aurora Borealis 

To my Daughters and Sons

As grey strands appear and wrinkles set in

A prayer rises from deep within

For though love seeks the presence near 

It's your joy that's even more dear 

And it's freedom in  every meaning

As the river flows always to the sea 

It rains to quench the all receiving ground 

And the vapours rise in prayers to the sky 

May I see you rise to your dreams

Love that once bound now setting free 

Like a tree rooted in the ground 

To this earth I am bound

And I reminisce the love that transpired 

Though not always been obvious 

In my heart  etched in iron memorized 

Were you close to me my child

Like the sun to me would you provide

But even afar your  soothing happiness

 Like the moonlight would calm my mind 

And so gladly would I take much pride 

Fear not for my plight

For benevolent God fends me 

Despair not in adversity rather rise

And elevate yourself in your destiny

And in it lies my glory

Yearning of a soul

I know not - what shall I asketh of thee O lord

my prayers obscurely piercing the depths of my heart 

probing the meaning of my soul

with some knowing of the mien rarely known

the semblance I refrain from the evanescing zone

 

somewhere in the denial of true credence  

somewhere between my trust flows

through the waters of the divine providence

hitherto there too aporia glides

along with the tears and  fathomless benevolence

 

I ask again incessantly, perpetually through the inestimable sighs

I pray- how do I beseech thee

for  I know not what shall I asketh of thee O lord

the failure of dreams and the dreams of failure

that isn't all that ravages the human soul

 

for what  and what more must I utter sighs

towards the benevolent azure skies

unrelenting  the heart so longs the heart so cries

yet unkown to self are my wants

for I know not what I shall asketh of  thee O lord

 

 

 

 

A silent little prayer

 Teach me O lord how to pray

What all and whatnot to pray

For thou provideth everything

And if I asketh of thee O lord

Is it that I  choose to go astray

 Is it that my heart is so big that I love everyone and not anyone in particular?

Or is it that my heart is so small that I can't love even one with all my heart's fervour?