SHEPHERDESS OF CLOUDS

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

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