Thy Hands

Thy handsThe messengers
Interpreting peace,love and modesty
Thy hands
Beautiful swans
Adorning the lake of life.
By short attractive flights,
Parade the fervency of youth.
Thy hands
Rhythmical palpitations,
Narrating the story of love and hope
Beyond letters or sounds.
Thy hands
Two fountains up to the apogee,
Rising from a hidden spring.
Defusing light on cold hurt heart.
Thy hands
The safeguards,
In the ocean of thousand storms.
Rescue me,
Before I be drown.

Asef Fekrat