https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw

Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life  
one single moment unstitched pulled out of time
we'd begin to see that death is only a silent passage
and we need not bear the loss alone,    
The memories of our coverlet years of love
will drive us home *  
Perchance, mayhap, we can take it by the hand like a seer,  
"we were born to exist and disappear"  said the Mysticeer  
and I for one believe that death is the encoding of life;  
The silver threads of Mercy are weaved inside God's blanket
big enough to warm each widow, grieving parent, and child
As long as we love well, while we are still here,  
death cannot take away our loved ones, nor their time on earth.

In Love And Light, Your Mystic Rose

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw

In the hollowed hush of heaven the whisper of a soul
and in the lit up room of stars an angel's karmic face  
Two feathered wings aloft deliverance her goal
while one is seized on earth, the other portal graced

An otiose moon assembled a duty of the night
shadows of the 5th dimension casting in the light
prying dreams of splendor identity of life
immortal as the sun her beauty, sharp as knife

Relinquishing the feel of metal grates and pain
she soon portends her destiny before she goes insane
we need to catch that train she whispers in her ear
and suddenly she's up floating without fear

In the hollowed hush of heaven, an angel talks to God
while a stretcher is removed, the sky turns white to chalk
two feathers wings of might she doesn't need a ****
volte faced attuned and free she flies, to new EPOC .

One day we'll all go to the other side of the world
where the moon is launched near the stars unfurled  
We will assemble in the hubble of the milky way
and find no trace of earthly bodies in this mainstay;
We will hover inside the palindrome of heaven's loft
restructure like dancing orbs of light, bouncing off
the walls of the sky, born to never be born or die;
One day we will escape this crusty earth of touch
and leave for a place where we don't need a thing
No surgical headlights to see the cavity of man
no scalpel to fix a little girl named, Marianne
We will find our loved ones smiling on the other side
they will be the hinges on the door that leads inside
Exhilarated and free we will shine softly in the night.
as if we were the only light aglow, far and out of site .

A rose bud of beauty appears on the scene scented full of essence
two cellophane wings clinging to the petals of a sweetie floret
life becomes new again as spring resurges with sunlit liquescence
Springtime jewels enhanced by the blaze of a  salubrious ray  
glitters of the morning placing us among the living once again    
acquiescent rebirth, we can finally envision a beautiful day
Baseball fields, cracking bats and whooping laughter glances  
children playing in fields of flowers restored, revived, alive  
park bench kisses,  moonlit walks and balcony romances    
Soon the days will seem much longer, as we stroll delightful
wildlife will re-echo her song, and we'll feel  powerful ,
once again.

Bridges of the past crossing my mind
reminding me of leisure rides, once  mine
While a fine fine sun coated my yearning desires  
I flew into the stormy spaces of a wide open world;
Polka dot dresses, sunglasses of yellow
Elizabeth Arden lipstick and lemonade kisses
You were always at my side, tanned and beautiful
crisp and fresh like linen by the sea ...

Sandcastle dreams and sailboat rides
beneath the boardwalk, promises made with pride
Junctions, intersections, passages never to be reversed
I recall soaking in the stars, cradled in the sand  
swaddled with the cautery and charms;

A bridge was crossed, and when I count
the things I've lost,  
you come to mind,
a ship at sea, searching for its ghost.

The sing song tales of yesterday
are flying bits of paper to the wind
the feelings and emotions attached
run deep, but they do rescind
Into the realms of my mind they go
both processed and refined
I am the diamond of God's grind
so better take care of the girl inside
I think I should start, by being kind

May the butterflies of this world return to us once more
when the spring provides her heat we will no longer hide
Eastern winds of far away lands flying in unknown shores
their cellophane wings of light need to return and chide  
Once they adorned our many flowers here in Canada
now they are a memory of yesterday's summer gaze
I cling to the hope that tomorrow I won't need algebra
to count the flutter of their wings, like yonder days
I'll know them by the colors of their flight and groove
that April has arrived with her rainy cascade  
all the trees will suspire as they soften their moves  
garnished once again, with butterflies of every shade
I know that when the season wakes we are going to see
Monarchs, European skippers, and frosted elfin too
as the warmer shades and colors meld into the sea
we will begin to spot the pupas, and butterflies anew.