Lady Sought After

Touch my heart let the earth sing
On the crown of
her head

the mystery brings

Set her soul on fire let it rhyme
With cymbals and hymnals,
with trombone and
harp strings

Salt for taste and honey for savor
Despair in disarray oh ye mighty savior

Accept the call, a love in motion
A tick to the tock of empty emotions

To you I bring this timeless notion

Journeying in the wilderness of too many thoughts, some are wild some are clout
Some are cold some are closed, is any ever clearer than the farry tarry crystal ball of Calypso?

Only the lady with magical paintings gliding on
the silver lining of the moons ring over thousand and
tens of thousands of waves of emotion, spiraling

in a whirlwind of
ideology and imagination

Open the gates of hate and cruelty
Cut asunder the bars of war and amnesty

Let all who falter be cast to stone
Let all who falter be cast to Hades
Let all who hate be made to falter

Illuminated by the osmosis of love
Exalted by the role of the just

Who is this lady with magical paintings with
Bristles as sparkles of rainbow in tiny lights
as bright as a shooting star,

her art depicts the thought of the only flock that saw,

is seeing, and ever sees,
the mother
confessor

I am mother to a thousand
and god mother to ten thousand
I breathe the growth of Amazonian warriors

In the depth of the ocean floors where there is gravity but no motion,
no flaws nor commotion
I paint live unto sticks
am i the one you
seek?

original written by @mistakili here