She Carried Me

It was the Summer of life

When light tread over my solitude

where life swung underneath shadows of love

As She carried me, like petals over air.

Like Holy bells before dawn

I watched her light, Silent and firm

I listened to her voice and the solemn history

drenched in anonymous vulnerabilities.

For ages she carried me

loving the slumberous dreams of a poet,

perhaps knowing but ignoring all my selfishness

She could only see my heart

The jewels were just a gift from eternity.

For long I couldn't see her inflammable

teachings of my foolishness

Among the momentary occasions of

loving too much and living too little.

I can still feel the strength of your purity'

I see with these thrilled eyes

How life walks barefooted

bearing a smile on the body and a pained soul

She carried me

Till I suffered the vibrations of truth

A painful spoon of Serendipity

Its how the weight of a poet enfeebled her

She carried me

But not for too long....