Portrait of a Winking Nun

The light in your eyes

A bright shining star, as you

Sent me across and afar

Soil in my my hand

Is an anchor, supposedly

Calm as a suburban wife

Words that will hang in the air

Seams they stiffened as claws raw and bare

What you reap is what you sow

You said that to me long ago

Peaking through cracks

In the stones of the history

Marking my shadows were there

Need every flower, the mornings

The hours, the breeze

To brush through my hair

I do not want to ignore

All the dreams that I had in store

Keep the holy ghost in your heart

Like a portrait of a winking nun