TO MY FRIEND

Within the desert of others' lost 

sands of time, 

inspiring be yet inner wellsprings

weaving nights and days 

reflecting throb of hope reborn.

 

The deserted find you 

their Rosetta stone 

for new babble

of inner hearts:

find you their disguised 

jewel within 

reflecting hope-stars 

on heavens 

without limits.

 

Be emerging  leaves

of poems translating

 the heart of the libraries

of the cosmos 

of human nature 

within the libraries 

of earthly nature:

be that forest democracy 

of dancing 

treasure towers seeded

 

at last 

from that universal language 

of true Word 

creating true Mission  

circulated everywhere 

by hearts reborn 

with new name

ordinary and further libraries 

revealing further 

the pregnant fractal 

tapestry of life 

found seeking hope's lusciousness..