Spirit
The seasons change and time dies go by,
but your heart is never gone;
you did not die.
Your spirit reigns over a thousand rivers.
You're the warmth when the darkness shivers.
You are the sovereign winds glorifying the skies.
You are the starlit tears in a million eyes.
Soft moons who echo on a treetop canopy,
the shelter who guards the peasant vanity.
Seeds who spread their naturedly winds that fly,
my heart who echoes in the midnight sky.
Through the lilacs and honeysuckles a tender bliss,
you are the spirit, when I think of this.
Copyright © Eve Chilicas | Year Posted 2015
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