in the garden of hopes

Don’t cry, my little shadow
When it is about to dawn
Laugh, love and like
All the smiles
That will shower
The path, in the morn,
Soak the dew
Even if It is always unsure
No matter, if the
Gates are closed
Walk steps, more, just a few
There will be a sign
And there might be lamp posts
Somebody will tell you,
Don’t worry, look for streams benign
And offer all wrinkles on your forehead
Into the lap of waves
What if I can not promise
The night has invited
All the fears
That roamed free on the branches so long
As if to nest them
In the garden of hopes
Stairs are dilapidated, don’t grudge them
Just walk on,
Love will pave the way, sure, it will
And you don’t have to stop
Because the stairs give way
Moth eaten woods of each step
Is too old now
Don’t try to slimb this way
Just fly into the arms of future
Like an eagle watchful of small bates
Far away
Scattered in the valleys of sacred crates
Of lamps, flowers and all the offerings
Devotees brought at your door
Go
Bless them,
Go, bless them