Her Name Is..
I am guided from the depths and unearthed in her sight
Her light is caressing, as it warms like fire on a winter night
As beautiful as a morning sun, she nourishes my soul
Rushing like a river in my veins she flows
Reflecting fragments of memories of past times
Like a Willow tree in the southern moonlight
Shadowed images are painted in my mind
Her light is caressing, as it warms like fire on a winter night
As beautiful as a morning sun, she nourishes my soul
Rushing like a river in my veins she flows
Reflecting fragments of memories of past times
Like a Willow tree in the southern moonlight
Shadowed images are painted in my mind
I see her banners are joy, mercy, and patience
She wears dignity like a jasmine fragrance
Many sought to enslave her, but she takes flight with wings of doves
She soars in the heavens of my mind leaving a wake of love
My face lifted up to grace her as she passes by
Her name is beautiful as a sun setting sky
She rings within us and is forever sung
As she passed I asked her name and whence she comes
From within she replied, and my name is…
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Written by,
Tshombe Sekou Harris, 20 August 2006
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