These little flowers
that pop in from the backyard
of the universe
are the souls of soils
made from the light of a Sun
that is speechless of a love
expressed silently through the orbits
of its cherished satellites
And they have a melody
that resonates beyond their years
like hourglasses that are ever flowing
without having to be turned over
in memories that need no effort
to be rewound in the turntable of our hearts.
And I know the Gemini of my love
We are the strands of the universe
that mothered and fathered after creation
Such is the story of our sacrifice
that we understood the distance between us
even as we wove the motion of the Zodiac
to keep everything flowing
even though we were victims of a rapine.
Is there a land so populated by our love
that has no ocean of poison between us?
Is there a glory in history and destiny
that can never be parted by villainy?
And I can think that time can’t take away
you, Mum and Dad, and all those faces
that were witness to and part of our crusade
There could have been countless thorns that pierced
the points of our limitless souls
like an acupuncture working to heal us
even as it hurts us
There can be no tsunamis of evil deep seas
No pa(u)ll or pa(u)lette of treachery
that can deluge the promised chosen land (peoples)
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