Where roses have withered,
In the wrath of broken hearts,
Where sunflowers don't seek for the sun,
but cast golden petals down,
Where secrets smiles are exchanged,
are the sullen faces of those who blamed,
Where laughter was found by the fire,
Is old shaking hands with burnt letters,
Where have all the romantics gone?

I am a ghost
who has remembered what it is to be a man. I weep.
As a man
I remembered what it is to be human. I laugh.
In this way, deep each moment grows a knowing:
all our sisters and brothers and others observe feeling.
Beside supposed cross
and imposed hurt is understanding
human in nature.
Swaddled in this knowledge is a flower
basking in the sun.
Love is real;
as solid as a pebble
fixed inside a mountain.
My conscious Being flows through every atom.
I remember what it is to be!
Air moved with music
as a body is moved by music.
I am dancing madly to the drum.
Standing still does nothing for the beat,
which sounded long before i could dance.
Love is the only dance,
Love is the only beat,
Love is the only drum.

Woe be to the lady of seasons!
Persephone and Demeter argue.
As neither can forgive dear family,
we are lost! We are sunk! Polar icecaps
melt to the tension of their bickering.

Poseidon’s domain increases ever more!
His power does drive our beaches and shores
higher! Higher! Higher ever more!

Time is the money that i need for my investment .