Some day the truth shall reconcile
the secrets of the sun and the moon
as the branches of my mind dissolve
my cherished pagan roses in shy bloom,
covering me with bliss and red petals
while a soft breeze lingers and calls.
Some day the absolute sky shall steal
the glory of the clouds and the stars,
crumbling the horizon and the storms,
threatening the mists with lovely scars.
But my soul will blossom from dust,
among the butterflies, behind my distrust.
These things shall speak by silences,
drawing eternity, sealing a sacrament
with a wondrous joy and tender songs
as a blue blizzard does cry and lament.
Meanwhile my heart shall gather dew,
waiting for a bold aurora to unfold in you.
Karla Bardanza
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