I saw these as tales but then tails keeping us together..
The winds I see walking in the hands of echo,
I may call soothing...
I had a dream!!
In my dream, was Pan of the reeds ,
striking melodies I saw as a reflection of my own deeds..
Then I got carried away, it was my life to the world, called beauty.
It's so real,
I am timeless and ageless,
It is a feeling!
I thought I was living ,
For she took away my wrongs!
I was etched with the coldness of her touch.
Would I then be called imperfect,
No but then in the presence beauty ,
I am filled with beauty .
Beauty is her name mother!!
And I give her my love,
Making us lovely and beautiful..
And I call this oneness!!