I Hear You
I wonder if Machu Pichu's stars
remember your eyes, or if the winds
that blow among the stones, are carving
your name and my prayers along
the entrance to the scared city.
Do you know how deeply I feel
your spirit, your power still strong
even in pain. And those eyes,
changing from sadness, to understanding,
how they say YES, how they burn
a message I cannot help but hear.
If I could pull myself inside out,
summon every inch of this being
to the throne itself, I would do this for you.
I have come with Reiki hands,
asking that you accept my touch.
I have come to listen
to your eyes.
~ Madonna Robinton