Still Water
“Real love brings about calm—not inner torment. True love allows you to be at peace with yourself and with God." Yasmin Mogahed
When you hide behind silence,
despite the crying violins of
irritating sinister symphonies,
I'll search for you in the midst of
the meadows of your mind,
lighting lanterns in your darkness.
I was born to soothe the tips
of pearlescent sorrowful tears,
which float upon satin textures
of your rare Adonis blue soul.
I'll be the honeydew to nourish
your fragile wings to float
freely from dahlia to sunflower
and if the winds are cruel,
my hands will become a cocoon,
so when the season offers no comfort,
you can rest within the warmth
of my protective palms.
I'll silently listen to the gentle sound
of your butterfly breaths,
until you once again take flight.
I hope you always return.
Amidst the clamour and chaos
of porcelain paths with feathered fate,
I'll be the 'still water' which washes
away the thick clouds draped
around your heart.
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