Living in grace

Wait for the time
as happiness forebode.
Anonymous yearning
for a greyish liquicy.

In my auricles
the world's ground
announces to sing.
Oh, true beauty
reveals the natural bound
in visible x-rays'
liberty.

Ancient castle
admire me,
I'm earth's
vanishing reality,
it's the latest modernism.

(Lady of Poetry)

 

Another daughter

In early winter
you are born
after two bodies
in bed torn.
(Your parents's soul
could never be one)

Your eyes run
my way.
The rest of your existence
unknown to me.

I embrace your little soul
as if you always
have been mine,
a true wish
I longed for
the purity you let shine.

I see you like this
only I regret all my life;
Forgotten, the reason
I gave away
happy bliss.

(Lady of Poetry)