Friday, March 09, 2007

A Moment To Live

Do you hear life’s music playing in your ear
Can you smell her sweet perfume
Can you discern the scent of her
Feel her on your face
Like a cool wind on a sunny day
Close your eyes,
Run your fingers over her silken skin
Enjoy the sweet taste of her on your tongue
Breathe her deep into your lungs

For she speaks
In the song of the birds
In the wind in the trees
In the majesty of the mountains
In the changing colours of the plains
In the eyes of a love one
She speaks
In the waves of the ocean, the smell of the sea
In the beauty of a baby’s toothless laugh
In a diamond’s imperfection
In the rising sun
She speaks…

Take a moment to hear her voice
To breath
and embrace her
Above all the noise
Take a moment to love
A moment to live


PoP© 9 March 07

3 comments:

3N said...

thanks poetess for this great poem.

symo said...

THIS IS THE MOMENT TO LIVE

Say it again our poetess
Yea I can discern her scent
She is here with me
She is in me
This the truth I confess
And I say to her
I havent seen her yet
I was created for so much more
And she will guide me there
Where the stars twinkle in glory

Until I breath her
while at the highest on the Kilimanjaro
I will not stop seeking
After all her fragances
Until I run my fingers
Over her silken skin
Along the shores of the Bahamas
Until I feel her
In the Holy Land
I will say to her
I have seen nothing yet
Until I share her with them
The damned,the cursed, the lost
I will say to my heart
Oh my soul,be still within me
Oh my spirit, scheme within me
And Live the schemes
And I will know even more of her

And when its said and done
Then I will know it in me
She has been truely revealed to me
She led and I followed
She let me see so much more
Than I would ever have Imagined

And when its all said and done
And my master calls me to yonder
I will have not a single squirm
I will walk past the dark night
Knowing that I saw all
There was to see in her

This is my moment to live
This is the moment to live in

TOTOBAYA said...

For so long I have always wondered why people call life ‘she’, but from your poem, which I read while I was feeling low and down, and ended up feeling high and spriteful, I understand why life is a ‘she’. In her arms I feel her perfume, her warm embrace, her whispering to me to never give up.