The Power of Life

The Power of Life
is the rythm of your chest,
the questions never guessed,
the heavens mighty quest.

But what about my thoughts?

I tend to think
of the softness of the wind
carrying my hair
with its fingers of the air…

All the roses, and its smell
what stories they can tell…
and the love in it, as well!

Yes, all those tender feelings,
and how we are they defined;
they tend to be our ceilings
tampering with our mind!

It makes us blind…

At least, if we don`t listen,
to the darkness in ourselves,
cause then it tends to be stored
on our dusty, darkened shelves…

Blow of the dust…