Katy Kianush

The Ancient Heart

My ancient heart
has made a wondrous pearl
of the pains passed.

My mind, eagle - eyed,
flies high and sees all
the Darkness and the Light.

The breeze of My hands,
caresses the gentle Wombs
haping the mountains and the plains.

The notes of My thoughts
flow in the air,
embracing a few passing hearts,
and now fade away.