It’s not lost on me the moment I saw
With my dreaming eyes the steps to the lust
For shadowing hope, while vision may draw
With the magic of colors the wish on the trust.
Pursuing the marvel, holding the light
Which flames on the nights and wandering days
I’ve crossed the years still looking for the sight
Of wisdom’s deep meaning gracing the ways.
For days which are coming with new special dawns
I’m speaking my heart just upon the love.
I’m praying on ways for grace, while icons
Of truth and of wisdom are raising above.
© Simona Prilogan, Nottingham