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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