I heard her voice
in the pristine silence of my dreams
she spoke with mesmerizing beauty
of distant Gods
and warriors of love
of silver rivers, where iridescent birds
unfurled their ornate wings
and carried the seeds of dreams
to scatter upon the barren dust of life
she spoke of a garden of poets
who drew their ink from the heart
and poured their souls
in the penumbra of ancient light
I heard her scream to demons
those hiding behind the guise of love
and admired her will
fearless in her grace
brave in her pain
her voice was one of healing
of how dragons become beautiful
when carved in jade
and that love , was perhaps the only truth one need to learn
and there,
in the stillness
my eyes were led to a lonely star
where I felt a teardrop upon the cheek of
a weary sage
my heart forever touched
listening to the voice of my soul
alive, as I peer into the midnight sky
in the gaze of
the woman with story teller eyes
copyright 2013 Robin Amaral