Along a path of flowers there lies,
a gleaming lake that mirrors the skies;
In gentle glow from the sun above,
which lights the lilting waters of love.

We sit and watch each portrait shine,
in the forest green of leaves divine;
While glancing azure in shadows cast,
each sparkling sign from seasons past.

Magnificent in its glorious stream,
the lake will wander like a dream;
In curious images' rise and fall,
which dance to heaven's saintly call.

And then enveloped by the night,
the lake provides a glittering sight;
With translucent sheen it wanders far,
leaving mirrored traces of the stars.

When troubles brew inside our minds,
thoughts twisted in illusive rhymes;
Our hearts feel weak and powerless,
and even prayer seems merely jest.

But then we look outside ourselves,
discovering others on corner shelves;
While hiding all the pain inside,
ashamed to let us hear their cries.

We know our plight can be the same,
and look to solve in helpful gain;
By reaching out to kindred souls,
while leading them toward hopeful goals.

Inspiring us to take the wheel,
the good Lord's promises thus reveal;
That empathy's connection brings,
a healing voice that longs to sing !

The luminous sky of velvety red,
hangs high above beyond my bed;
And from the window I can see,
a scarlet rose that wanders free.

It floats along in silent grace,
this captive flower of outer space;
Against the moon its color gleams,
like tiny flecks of summer's schemes.

Yet here we are in autumn's night,
with streaks of golden comets' flight;
Creating such a wondrous scene,
from rosy sky's romantic theme.

A canopy of darkness looms,
erasing brightness from my room;
And gone are streaming rays of red,
which lift my heart above my head.

But in the splendor of the sky,
a flower waits for stars to fly;
Against its silken petals pure,
that weave their magic and allure.

The arrival of the night on distant shores,
completes the cycle of relentless waning hours;
In circular repeat of day's end glories,
we softly whisper life's reflective stories.

With moonlit skies as constant company,
our feelings caught in wondrous reverie;
And love is but a boastful source of care,
when suddenly the sky grows dark and bare.

But in the swirling essence of the night,
we set about to make our memories right;
In tossing sway the rumbles of the waves,
allow us to submit to what we've craved.

Approaching dawn with sunlight from above,
finally satiated by passion's whirlwind love;
Our shadows fall like twins upon the beach,
as knowing smiles creep gently 'cross our cheeks.

The intoxicating freshness of autumn,
with trees swaying in defiance of nature's change;
And the singed dusk crackling in fiery red,
competes with final scents of summer's claim...

A profound sense of possibility lingers still,
fulfilling hopeful views released by fate;
While love's luminous lantern's constant burn,
arises in aromatic lushness at the gate.

Triumphant in the numinous effects,
that brings humanity falling to its knees;
Watching leaves drift softly by in random,
as stars align like ships upon the sea.

Impulsive winds begin their haunting play,
to sounds of aimless footsteps from the stairs;
And in the garden's fading wisp of flowers,
soulful mysteries dissolve in varnished air.

Amber rays glowing from your face,
painting cryptic pictures on the walls;
So grand yet lonely you often seem,
in bleak reflection from a raven's caw.

In darkness shines your solemn light,
with shadows cold and unyielding;
Appearing sad among bright stars,
my heart senses your need for healing.

How I hate to say 'so long' tonight,
hours before I have the chance;
To sing a soft, sweet lullaby,
and break your sullen trance.

Master Moon, you're such a puzzle,
often full of warmth and power;
But now your eyes have disappeared,
as sunshine fades before a shower.

I'll pray for you, my wounded friend,
as I drift into layers of sleep;
My words will call upon the Lord,
to wipe away the tears you weep.

Change can be our faithful friend,
despite the dreams that often end;
And shown the door for our own sake,
while other paths our visions take.

When such illusions hence evolve,
in grandeur of miraculous love;
The universe explodes in space,
with stars that render heaven's grace.

A natural course would be to run,
in varied ways to chase the sun;
Enraptured by the planet's whirl,
we watch the moon as fate unfurls.

These moments hold a secret plan,
which mystics cast upon the land;
And soothes our inner souls to rest,
as we embark on passion's quest.