the beauty was so perfect... <br />that it felt...almost cruel, <br />i could feel the pain in my bosom... <br />the pain of its perfection. <br /> <br />i could not look away. <br />i could not blink. <br />i forgot to draw the lifegiving breath <br />that sustains this fragile being... <br /> <br />the sounds of the stream, <br />swirling, like a thousand free spirits, <br />playing at ring a roses <br />around age worn crags, <br />pulled me down, into depths so cold, so sweet, <br />filled with such tragically soft promises... <br />of heaven and honeysuckle, <br />that i felt mesmerically at peace. <br />the ecstacy was paralytic, <br />in its wholeness. <br /> <br />so long have i hunted for you, <br />years i have lusted, for a dropp <br />of this nectar... <br /> <br />here, finally, <br />i can feel you, looking upon me. <br />feel your warmth caress my face. <br /> <br />i am home! <br />i am free! <br />a child of the earth, a soul at peace. <br /> <br />o Lord, let me rest here.... <br />in the shadows of Your Grace, <br />these trappings of pretensions <br />i feel, i can't don anymore. <br />o let me stay! <br />let me swathe my spirit <br />in the balm of this quietude, <br />float like an atom, <br />upon the winds, <br />of freedom, <br />and soul.<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-quest-1/
