The blue ocean slips through my hands, after it has pierced my soul with love. Vigorous brown trees give strength, but they take my tears back to the clouds, preventing the rain to fall down, on my fragile empty hands.
For a while we shared a home, in the hands of Him who gave us life. The synchronic beatings of the drums, changed my heart into a vortex, where negative surroundings are washed away, changing into positivity and hope, until reality sets in and our home is destroyed.
Homeless my heart dwells in a valley, longing for the rain to fall down, until it washes away the waves of my last breath. It has slipped through my hands, smothered by life I am forced to move on, and my empty hands show my empty heart.
All I wanted to hear was your smile, but silence is my daily companion. All I wanted was to see you walk, but the road only carries me. All I wanted was to hear, “I love you”, but the deafening silence chokes me. All I wanted was for you to grow up, so I handed you over to be adopted.
The purple saturates the veins,
of the blue hydrangea petals.
The white truth holds the core,
in the center of the heart.
Energy bursts like little falling stars.
The room is filled with You,
and all I see are the hydrangea petals.
The rainbow attracts the eyes,
with water through the light,
providing colorful promises.
Like the sun that brightly shines,
peace breaks through the leaves,
that holds the petals up,
with strength beyond belief.
If the petals could speak,
they would sing.
If the petals could move,
they would dance.
If the petals could touch my heart,
they already did.
Spirit of the Light,
who holds the truth,
and comforts in the night,
give me words of wisdom.
The Spirit saturates the veins,
guiding the mind to the truth,
the center of the universe,
to the heart of the Creator,
where it whispers to the soul.
Hidden in the hydrangea petals,
of blue and purple shades,
in the center of the truth,
is the love of my Father.