(2014)
Awaken, precious flower, For your buds are laved in dew Like beads upon your thorns, in the morning day of new For in your sweet essence,
O sins of secrets and smiling girt… you raked the dirt with your lies… You shadowed the mountains and bir… lighting the night with your painf… You impregnated my mind with fallo…
Under barbs of brambled lies, dirt and dust mask the skies Where deceit taste of chocolate pi… and hells fury is sure to fry Oh how I weep, only to think,
Over the moon shines a beam, A resplendent heavenly light Within it’s hue I see my dreams, beyond the stars in yonder night One journey ends, another begins,
O love within my hearts desire, you tangled neath brush and briar; to live below a world of bitter b… while my lips drip with lovers win… Now in chambers bed I weep,
Everywhere the wind blows, you know my heart goes too For I look for you in the spring… and in the trees of apple orchard’… I look for you in winters rhyme,
Pricked by a roses thorn Fooled by beauties charm Fragrant blooms of soft array, Capture me, by you I lay While the eve of sun is set,
Ever does the heartache, when in slumber it awakes, to hear the silence absence makes
Let me live my life of dreams; to rid this brow of furrow I’ll kick the dirt from parted sea… and throw away the sorrow The sun will rise on caps of water
I’ll n’er look into your eyes agai… but only in dreams enshrined, There by winters gate, where we drank forbidden wine You hold me in cabin light
Around the fire a heated ring Lips that meld, hearts that sing A dancing vision, to unfurl Skin of ginger, rich as pearl Loving sighs, moon of pale
Yes, the winds of love still bl… and heat still melts the winters s… The robin still sings, the black b… Clouds billow across the skies in… The tide still ebbs from an aching…
Within your face I see erased, that place were flowers bloom Where homes are void of windows, while overhead crows do swoon I brought a candle shining bright,
Truths lie within the given book Gifted to all our souls be shook Lest slumbered eyes refuse to see, blind sightedness that lives in th… Rivers still flow into the streams
Here we sit in timely fashion For we be only as a hint of breath; Like a flower