Embroidery

Embroidery of birds

On the blue open sky,

Air webbed with people,

Breathed within the man

Created from dust,

Then molded, so skillfully,

Into dreams with profound wings,

Stretched all the way to the stars,

Weaving underneath the moon

A rainbow of night,

Ruffled by mornings of light.

I cover my mind with your soul,

Like the sky thirsts for its clouds,

For sunshine and wind,

For the immaculate snow in the spring,

I fall gently underneath the clouds

With wings of evening rain,

I melt into song,

I hide in the wind…

Pouring, pouring down,

Closer and closer

To the dust of the earth,

Underneath the stars,

Brightened by the primordial word,

Suddenly I come.

Copyright © 2012 Cristina Miller