Lord of love



Come, come,
Water lilies cried all night,
Washed the ground
Welcoming your feet.

Sacred eagles
Painted their feathers,
In the color of white
Welcoming your graceful light.

The flower in a middle of heart
Burnt in silence,
To the last petal
In flames of your love,
Welcoming her death.

Come, come
Lord of love,
There are no gates,
Or veils
Keeping us apart.

I promise,
I will make no sound,
When you dwell
In my heart…..

© Serena Devi, July 2010, Canada, Toronto

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