Yet to come

Yet to come,

My pens masterpiece is yet to come

The bleeding rose is yet to cry

My dried with pain garden is yet to blossom and bloom

My birth is yet to be revealed and announced

The trumpets are yet to be blown

The violins are yet to be tuned

In the midst of all this, the night is about to be glorified with her countless of stars

From the womb of the universe the unknown will inspirit the womb of the known

All those who dwell in love, will take witness to her pouring glory from the blue heavens up above

Stand in awe

Silent and still

For love has come with her sweet and fervent deal

Stand in awe

Stand in awe

Silent and still

Watch her grace and her majestic appeal

The moon has come chanting to her stars

she is humbled and drunken by the spark in their eyes

The sea is calm and the night at ease

The waves are resting in a lasting bliss

The fish are mesmerized

So are the birds and the bees

Celebrating her beauty

Bowing on their knees

The mountains have gathered, and rocks have spoken

The dark clouds are gone

Sky has opened mouth

Tears of rain is washing the earth’s holy body

And earth is celebrating all her seeds, for birthing all their beauties

The new dawn of awaking has come to reveal her long past mysteries

She is no more near

She is here

Make no mistake, and fear not

Bring her crown

And

Bring her gown

Lay for her

the jeweled carpet of emerald, rubies and gold

Witness her grace

Crown her

Crown her

For she is to reveal herself before all the hearts who know of humility, compassion, oneness, and love

All those who dwell in nothingness

For those are the jewels that have graced her crown

For those are the jewels that have stained her gown

Bring her carpet

And

Put on her crown

She is here

She has come at last to light up your town