Friday, 3 February 2012

The sisters of a distant land

Far across the deepest pond,
a nation where I feel I belong,
The nation where my heart tears beyond,
lies the deepest connection,
thicker than blood,
softer than water,
stronger than God.

Across thy heartland lies the people I crave,
two girls,
my sisters,
from meeting to grave,
their looks may not resemble mine,
but their souls entwine,
with thine,
The support they offer is pure to provide,
The gratitude holds near and in my heart they reside.

Their beauty is a path which gives me pride to behold,
and a light to give me the warmth,
needed to shelter thee from the cold,
the distance and time are far and not always here,
when I'm dark and alone,
in my heart you're always near,
when the evil hath engulf me,
a time where I scream,
from the cold and the dark,
thou art always there to save me,
shelter me,
and in some cases,
guide me.

When I'm lost,
and off the path,
when the moment vague,
and the problem I entomb,
the light from your heart hath guide me,
you voice, as one,
takes me home.

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