OF all the souls that Angels create,
I have been blessed with one -
Who kindly opened his gate,
To shine his Morning Sun.

Of when that Time was -
I hearken to his gentle hand,
And it's beckoning applause,
Written in the sand.

Of the warring on that front,
I take the Banner of thee
And after Love's stunt -
I'll drag it down with me.

DOUBT me, my dim light!
And flicker with me into the night.
Why, the Lord would be forever content
If he could witness only a fraction of your love
Your embracing consent -
That pleases the forces above.
What more may a woman ask?
When her love shall shower thee -
To be immune to the Red Masque,
For all eternity.

It cannot be my faithful heart -
It cannot be my core,
It cannot be our time apart,
It shall not be the love we hath bore.
Have I, a humble maiden,
Faltered her loving prowess?
Thus, heartbreak - I am laden,
The destroyed Summer songstress.

YOU left me - with diverting paths -
A sweet legacy of Love
As Heavenly Swans sing their Wrath,
More gentle than the Angel Dove;

You left me - with boundaries of pain -
Sagacious as the sea,
A heathen of grace in Space and Time,
With your consciousness and me.

IF you were coming in the Fall,
I'd ignore Serenity Spring
And falter Winter's call -
To the Summer's day that you bring.

If I could only see you in a Year,
I'd have Angels take us an Eternity -
Without a Minute to Fear,
In time's Serenity.

If only I could make Time stop -
When you slip the Ring on my hand,
So the Bells forever ring atop,
And Echo through the land.

If when our Life is gone,
And Death sends us away -
And the Swan sings her song,
Not far from thee, I shall lay.

Yet we falter Life's delicate wing,
And disturb its nest of glee -
Though our love may sing,
It will never reach Heaven's tree.

I shall HIDE within Spring's flowers,
       And attach your love to my chest,
So it can ring to the highest towers -
Until my soul is put to rest.

I shall hide within Spring's flowers,
To forever fade from your gaze
And receive my rightful dowers -
A loneliness, without your praise.

Thou I did ALWAYS love,
I bring thee proof!
So the forces above -
May never turn aloof.

Always I speak to thee,
That love is life -
Forevermore that shall be,
Even when we find strife.

The swan's song may always sing,
And thou will forever feel dignity -
But thy honor is what terror may bring,
For men know not of chivalry.

HAVE a little butterfly in your heart?
Amidst a tiny garden of loving grace,
Where the angels never part -
And light shines upon thy face?

And the river of that garden shall flow -
Until the dying swans sing,
When the world is shattered with reddened glow.
Then - our love shall be their wing.

Have a little butterfly out in March?
Fluttering over the river's overflow?
Where the flowers never parch -
Far from the days we know.

And later in August we may lay,
Within the meadows of life -
Where thou is my summer's day,
And I remain the river's wife.