Perhaps I am not made for Life
Too sensitive to breathe
My soul has faced a Devil's knife
And for innocence I grieve

The flowers like ballerinas danced

There seemed to rise a show

For all Nature's spectators

To see a flower grow

In resplendent hues alit by sun

Abloom at summer's zenith

Through their roots the cosmic fires run

Bright petals beheld by spirits blithe

Pure vision of Life enfolds the wild

Its Beauty soars like a kite on the breeze

Not by man or reason defiled

The kingdom of the trees

I think all lives are welcome

To dwell in Heaven pure

Inviting beleaguered spirit home

For Jesus to adore

The majesty of God, Love's source

Enlightens human mind

Moved by compassion, not by force

By Heaven's heart refined

Certainty of Angel's sun

A faith as pure as child

All lives in Heaven are as one

Waking to go wild

Victory is Peace at last

Not ******, tyrant's whim

Freedom's flag upon Peace's mast

Suffice to inspire hymns

I pray for war's decay

But the cold machine

Dominates the day

Oppresses human dreams

My madness is my sense

A prism on the Truth

One apart from Reason

Which deny fine fluent fire of Zeus

Communion with the divine

Liberates me from Reality

Wisdom of Heaven is surely mine

Superior to normality

Winged souls be messengers

From the higher realms

We the wearied passengers

Of Life, God at the helm

Birdsong symbolic of creation

Angels deliver Truth

Butterflies? Heavenly attraction

Of Beauty rare forsooth

My Life is lived for passion

It yet remains to see

If Love's romantic fusion

Will deliver bliss to me

In Love souls happy to conceive

Of Heart's immortal creed

My Life is defined by belief

Obeying Heart will leave us free