I contemplate the trees serenading
 the shadowy delights of the moon,
melting the wills of the night.
The stars so insolent challenge the clouds
to be faster than the light.

 I am a lucid fool, fishing illusions
here and there, sewing hopes in the air,
dreaming away as I trade poetry for
some meaning in life.

Don't pity me for being a shepherdess of clouds
or a geisha who forgot how to serve the tea.
I know my limitless limitations.
I know I am a lost shell on the sand.

I wait for myself beneath a perplexed sky.
Nature must have a plan for me.

Hurts were forgiven: peace whirls around me.
Let me lay my tender hand upon my heart 
as I sit here and ressurrect the flowers.
The petals take my mind: my soul unfolds beautifully.

This moment shall shape silence
and linger shyly while earth revolves,
sewing the day, tattoeing undreamt words
on my skin for I am here to name pretty things
and to be divine.

Karla Bardanza

Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011

1 comment:

  1. Flower ~ I have never read such words... truly they made we weep...
    I am in awe of your talent for it has developed to a higher plain. This is what oracles are made of.
    EXALT my friend!