His hand slipped inside hers and suddenly it was
as if the world learned how to breathe again
Perhaps it was the cadence of the blessed moon
sweeping away all the harsh lights of yesterday
Perhaps it was the way his eyes slanted sideways
as if to say, "there you are"
Anointing her wounds with Spikenard moments
of Grace, the room lit up like a roman candle
burning bright and fervent;
His Sacred Heart revered her shattered soul
and she turned into His Lily of love,
weaved by gold threads that were spun from Angels above.
There, bathed in the Holiest of Silence she became whole again
Walking towards Him unafraid, barefoot and wholesome,
as the day she was conceived.

There once lived a gal whos name was Eve
she was married to a man named Steve
she owned a pet spider
that she called slow Rider
quite often he slept inside her sleeve      

Brushing their toes as he crawled aside
there were so many places to hide
inside her white bonnet
without fuss or a fret  
Spider-Rider spun dreams made of hyde

There once lived a spider named Rider
so great as a friend and confider
night was so much brighter
when he slept beside her
together they slept all the wiser

By: Mystic Rose

He gathers them all in his arms then drops them to the ground,  
the air is fresh, the autumn breeze is like a gentle kiss upon our cheeks.
To my heart he sends his voice booming with fall messages.
Little gifties from heaven I called them as they swiveled down my feet.
Precious crisp leaves each one with a personality and color of its own.
He flies up then lands on a pile of leaflets, a peel of laughter escapes.  
He's my sibling, my bro, my partner in crime, my confident one .
Together we dream as one beneath a lapis blue sky, tinged as deep  
as  his superman suit.  Oh how I remember my youth, and my hero !
                                                        **
Align your rulers adjust your lenses step into the future with me.  
Today even the touch of one leaf or the scent of one Autumn day,
can bring me back to those golden years when we were young, carefree.
Gifties from heaven that they were and he, a segment of my soul.
Together we dreamed beneath a Lapis blue sky until our childhood
ended, and then Superman had to fly home.

She walked by on the beach one day at the end of one sweet summer
and found a golden rose tucked safely between the shore and the rocks
She was a messenger of God and so she listened deeply when He said
" its all about fair trade my child, its all about fair trade"  
She tucked it in her pocket and was about to go back home
when suddenly she heard the sound of a seagull's cry.
There upon the beach a loner sat, with a despondent, brokenhearted sigh
She handed her the golden rose without a word, then passed her by
Five silver Angels watched, then fanned the mounting tide  
and turned the shore to shreds of light they raised her off the floor  
" its all about fair trade" she heard them say  
as she found another rose in the sand, and this one, was a lovely
shade of rose*
She tucked it behind her ear then gave Him thanks for one more year  
"No regrets my Lord, no second thoughts, "    
At her age you see, she had finally understood the art of letting go.
So taking one last look behind she just smiled, then moved along.

Scintillating lights softly dancing with the moon
dreamy music playing from the halls of our memory
this is your story and this is mine
Tall willowy blades of grass leaning gently towards hills
midnight fantasies that calm our weary minds
this is your place and this is mine
Secrets of lives yet untold beneath the honest stars
each thought becomes a healing bless of joyful rest
this is your moment of glory and also mine  
Glide with me towards tomorrow leave behind all sorrow
join the magic of night's journey and come away with me
this is your story, and it is also mine.