2015.07.10 22:32
30.06.15
Eva Pálházi
Sweet Vagabond
Like a smooth, morning breeze sighs between
the trees' leaves, when clean spring's sunshine rays
vivify thy brokenly pale face
by renascence's hopeful promises,
like playful clouds' miraculous stage,
painted by the sky's vibrating ink,
whilst thou soar up, contemplatively,
by fairy wings of a healing sway.
That's me, under emotion's dim dress,
whisper thy stillest lullaby song
when deep sea of tears restlessly waves,
wait thee at threshold of Home's inlet,
there shall unite - my sweet vagabond -
the long ago parted soul mates.