Was it a falling star or waning moon
That left a golden path in sky
To lead me to Your door?
Or holy ghost´s concealen paln
To leave the traces in the plain
Under blue corns, forget-me-nots,
Marked by the flight of humming birds,
The stepping stones across the pond
Unseen but to the word respond
Mongst water lillies and red fish
As if were left upon a wish -
Is it a wish who leaves a path
Or crystallises path in wish,
And what comes first:
A Wish or Path -
Divine eternal masterpiece.