can you smell it? that wishful wander
that silent drop of golden sun
a mirage of mango mirrors;
silky sounds of coconut tongues
that draw me deep into the wilderness,
out of illusions, lies and charms
beyond the maze of blinding tricks
into the dome of loving arms.
Yet such aromas last for but a moment,
their misty echoes travel fast,
and all the world stays yet to solve it -
why God hath shaped us with a heart:
the beating wings of true desire
with keys that open that we seek,
that we may sense the Spirit’s sirens
and hear the Shepherd when He speaks.
oh, how we’ve drained the richest colours
from heaven’s seven frequencies,
and how we drown within the rivers
of growing pains and bitter grief.
Is there a sweet beyond this bitter?
though eyes are grey and sighs are blue,
across the bridge, I hear the whisper
of healing milk and honey hues
