Poems
Gypsy’s Child
claire burroughs perez © The air is fresh and the flowers wild Bluebirds are free and I their child The stream is pure and innocent tease Rhythm of leaves dancing in the breeze Bed of endless lilacs and violets Raw and untamed artists palette All within my reach infinite sea and chaste everlasting forests I swam with mermaids and danced with rain Happily hop from plain to plain Counting the twinkling stars and moon Unaware if it's May or June Yesterday rhymes with morrows echo follow instinctive sense of flow paradise imprisoned by the norm why this chain which people conform? When a dove can taste eternal bliss sweet twilight and heavenly kiss embrace freedom and fresh morning mist whisper carelessly in its midst winter solstice through summer dawn I slept and yield to sweet abandon I dreamt under the willow tree I am a gypsy's child wild and free. |
Path
claire burroughs perez ©
One path, the beginning
Two souls, finding meaning
Long journey, a pilgrimage
Seeking only God’s image
Young eyes, full of wonder
Divine hearts, oh so tender
Innocent thoughts, budding wisdoms
Curious minds, finding kingdoms
One heart, two tomorrows
A crossroad, two arrows
One North, the Monastery
South, to New York Ferry
Northward, light and beauty
Love, peace, joy and serenity
Southward, earthly beauty
Gold, puzzles, fogs and frailty
Different ways, both divine
Miles apart, same bread and wine
Separate missions, one call
Two worlds, one soul
Rivers Apart |
No response |
I lost You In The Closet |
Pour Vous |
I've Learned claire burroughs perez © |