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