PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

O soft-lit beam of glowing sun-light -

burn my wings before the flight;



O gentle wind of noiseless sound -

thrust me hard upon the ground;



O peaceful night of delicate spring -

darken all I try and sing;



O playful splashing river bright -

drown me though I struggle and fight;



O tender love of happiness -

hurt me with your gentleness;



For I must bear the scars of life;

and feel not only love but strife;



To know it's true, what's said to me:

That I was meant to live - and be.