Thursday, 19 May 2011

Each moment fled

Over hills a riddle spills of distant peaks a path
My mother walked; we strolled and talked about the autumn days
A picture of our Happiness that Earth in Heaven hath
With placing feet upon the ground our Love illuminates
Alive with blooming chicory that in their blue appear,
Bouquets in baskets woven with the lands of all content
The Happiness a man or woman like in their career
Across the sparkle of a Dream of being radiant
With the fulfillment of the heart reflected by a child
Fluted with the music of all Happiness sustained
With being born a continuity of Heaven wild
Innocent, a little body Happiness and change
That reaches all the stars of Heaven in each moment fled
The bounds so finely wound the hearts of clover, cloud and yet.

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