Always Easy And Burdensome,
by J. W. Cassandra
You braided the sunshine into my dark hair
And, my hair are glowing by red-gold;
You braided the moonlight into my dark hair
And, my hair are of silver charm, sparkling.
Then you threw me laughing, onto the sky,
Me, the orphan tiny-weeny little star
And, since then, my light revives in your heart;
I keep sparkling your paths by my light
Till, in the end of the single path, then
You’ll ascend to the sky and reach me,
Since your heart whispers you the path,
That always is easy and is burdensome –
What has been unity long ago: returns!
22/01. 2019., by J. W. Cassandra