Lemon sultry cake in spring
Where does our love begin?
With a hand or with a fume?
There goes our blessed moon.
And what of our painted lady?
Do we choose not to worship?
Come back again to our lives,
Sweet summer of pride.
We want what you hold.

I travel back and forth
In this existence.
I see a queen
Perched on a rock.
Confident she sits
Knowing the future
Not sharing it all.
The apple of her existence
Is not hers for the taking.
It is teased in front of her eyes.
Consumption and proclamation
“I am the ruler and not you.”
What is she to do?
She sits perched on a rock.

I seek the meadow within—
It lies there covered in mud.
It’s fragrance of the June summer,
My, how I wish we could meet more often.
I run my hand through you,
Your everlasting green,
And drink your blue.
Crystal coast you seem to be,
I’ll forever run with you.

To live is to know one's heart
And to see one’s soul as theirs.
Another one in another year
No, they are not replaced
Only this physical form disintegrates.
But on and on goes on the soul
In different outfits forward step.
Let go of all the suffering
For love is so adept
To see the tears of a beautiful child.