dancing orbs upon the water glistening in late summer sun such beautiful but sad reminders that now it's not the time for fun as summer birds now bid farewell too an days of long are nearly done
sigh I look above to ancient skyways to a gathering of fall and fate coming quick in eerie dark blue wishing cold had come in late heavy rains have kept it wet here oh crying green in heavy weight,
sing mystic breezes call Natosi ancient healing- God of sun "everything is coming to you yes you are a chosen one- your heart of gold was given rarely from thread of gold that heart was spun"
thanks so much dear Apistotoke an grandmother my mother fate thank you for the strongest heartbeat fast like deer - I know not hate one day to see you once in real form behind the lovely heaven's gate
I fold my hands in ancient patience for I know now that I must wait
loving and enjoying my life to the fullest degree until I do until my last an dying breath has happened until my soul must bid its sweet adieu because everything in death is then reborn again anew
an this I know within that big beating heart you say is made of threaded gold.