Seafarer, when are you coming home?
For you sailed before dawn could
light up the skies
and anxious are the lips
waiting for you.
Time fades as the waves
caresses the shores under her feet.
Careless and oblivious
with reckless abandonment
the sun takes aim at the sea
ignoring her plead…
A hope is whisper under her lips
for the Basilica bells still ring
calling you home.
Caleb
GTG
Hues of colors playing far away
defying darkness
as they fiercely proclaim
the approaching dawn…
Curious and vibrant
bouncing through fields
with fierce authority
as natures bows
and stain glasses
come alive.
Awaken from their slumber
stories of heroic virtues…
as if suddenly recalling
memories of a fading faith.
Peaceful and innocent
ready to remind the world
the beauty of life.
Lest you not forget!
When the spring blooms
traveled through your
handcrafted canals
out to paint the world!
Caleb
GTG
