Through My Eyes

Only The White Part 15

the sound of whistling love

through the winds

he blew

beneath my bare

and youthful feet

upon a soft grounded

green blanket

I stood

nothing but the heavens above

and the shades of the oceans entwined

within a heart of pure love

at the gates one stood

so ragged and dusty

in his hand the colours that be

of perfumed meadows

in the form of few seeds

i didn't ask him to

never knew from whence he came

I remembered they say

desguised as a stranger

he may

but he chose me

to see

though a small insignificant price to pay

for the worth of unseen beauty

that would soon blow this soul away

with these hands I ploughed

the barren and empty earth

to bring out the fresh incence

of the power of new birth

they grew each day

as a greatful spirit sent her message

through the never ending skys

but the dark lord

he rides

with will to steal

with utter lies

a beating machine

be left with pain

for sight has shown

there was no hope to regain

but the rise of a new born son

set off the fluttering sound

of little winged creatures

within the belly of me

raindrops ran down my joyous

and refreshed mind

for there their gaze

shone into the eye

of my hopefull sigh

though their colours be nomore

only the white

still remains

for sure.