"Those we love don't go away they walk beside us every day"

Years may come and years may go
still the memory of her scent still flows  
"I'm praying in an angel, just for you"
she'd say then whisper, "I love you"

Echoes of her love still stir in me  
beneath the silent hush of her carefree
The story of our lives , cache of gold
hidden in my chest, never to grow old

Years may come and years may go
she walks beside me every day.  
Those we love don't go away,  
inside our hearts they always stay.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYUERgJ9csc

SOFTLY FALL INTO THE MOMENT WITHOUT A CARE  
BE IT IN YESTERDAY'S GREAT SORROW
OR TOMORROW'S MUCH NEEDED LAUGHTER  
EACH HOUR YOU LIVE TODAY WILL BRING YOU CLOSER
TO THE BREATH... FOR YOU ARE THE ESSENCE OF YOUR
SOUL'S INTENT !


COME HOME TO THE DAWN DEAR SOUL,
BE AS BRAVE AS THE EAGLE THAT FLIES IN THE SKY,
WITHOUT A SINGLE BACKWARD GLANCE !
RETURN TO THE ESSENCE OF WHO YOU TRULY ARE
AND EMBRACE THE GOOD THAT IS REFLECTED IN YOU
JUST LIKE EVERY BIRD WHO FINDS SHELTER DURING RAIN
FOLD YOUR WINGS NEATLY AND ERASE EVERY SEAM
YOU TOO CAN PLEAT YOUR LOVING HEART AND REST,  
BENEATH THE WONDERS OF THIS BEAUTIUL WORLD !

SINK SOFTLY INSIDE THIS MOMENT,
FEEL THE ESSENCE OF WHO YOU TRULY ARE,  
A PRECIOUS SOUL HAVING A  MIRACULOUS EXPERIENCE,
HERE AND NOW !  
NAMASTE

a little humor to make you smile !

A real cup of coffee feels nice on the tongue
it has a pleasant mouthfeel and it is warm
Some think dung coffee lists high on the rung
while others believe it contains fungi-form

A teenage diary with a fountain pen nib  
quiet often it holds emotions real true
Melodramatic entries sometimes its a fib  
oh it comes easy when your feeling blue !

A serious person has two brows knitted
thinking about things between the ears
A stand up comedian often quick witted
peak-brows it as he jokes & draws near.

The gales of November sit still on my mind
while I stand to remember the Maritime blues
Twenty-nine souls cradled by the sea
perished as the gales of November blew free

"We're holding our own just like an old shoe "
transmissions and messages lost in debris !
Superior storms blew hard and unfettered
as the gales of November amok, ran the sea

Twenty-nine souls gone astray with the wind  
and the mountains and lakes still echo for thee    
Its a "Lightfoot" connection that sings of your plea    
as the winds of November blow wild and blow free !

Love is the lubricant of the soul and the emollient of the heart, both  
Unguent and viscous, it is like butter in the summer heat
Banish it from your life and suddenly everything will dry up, like a    
Rose wilting by winter's call.  Lubricate love with a sense of purpose    
Invite joy to sit at your table and oil your dreams with hope.    
Care for your inner self and nurture your mind and body....
A lubricant made of peace and forgiveness can reduce friction  
Nature has a way of polishing and moisturizing the mind and    
Truth be told, gratitude can be the greatest lubricant of them all.

Tether me with flowers
bring me sunshine everyday !
Do not ruffle up my feathers
when I'm doing it my way !
Fasten smiles upon me say,      
"Go ahead, do it your way !"

By day, I followed her around and watched her every move, for she was bigger than life itself. But when the sun went down, she would change into her uniform and go out into the summer evening. Busing it she'd go to the local factory and work on an assembly line. They made confectionery sweets there, and when the boss discarded them for being broken or imperfect, he allowed the staff to take them home to their families. I'd sit at home doing my homework, waiting for her shift to end. Quite often I would be too tired to stay up until midnight and since I had school the next day, I'd go to bed by nine. In the morning I would find a box of pastries called Palmiers in french palmyè, sitting on the kitchen table waiting to be enjoyed.
When the sun came up we would both sit at the kitchen with a tea in hand and talk before I had to go to school. When she hugged me she smelled of spun sugar with a touch of fixative from yesterday's hairspray. All around her was a peaceful presence, as I enjoyed the warmth of her capable strong hands. That was close to sixty years ago and still today if I stand by a bakery counter taking in the scent of cakes and sweets I can still recall my mother and the way she moonlighted just to make ends meet.
Another feather in my cap of feelgood memories from days of yonder. Tune in tomorrow for another story in my lifetime.

The End.

Give me the colors of a rainbow and I'll be your heart's extol  
or a petal from your favorite rose so I can place it in my soul;
Send me the pillow the fairies have gleaned with watermark  
I'll hold it to my chest until I hear the melodious coo of a lark!  

Be a Spiritual Gem inside me, I will polish and make you shine  
like a soaring star I'll glitter so you know,"I'm truly~truly thine."

Quote by: Blue Sapphire
"One can only give what one has, be it love or be it hate !"

Where do we place that cup of hate when love's bitter pill,  
has been swallowed?
How do we move back into love when all is dead and gone?
Do we fold our cards and peacefully accept
or do we play the wild card of hate and send
resentful snakes slithering down the path of a broken life....
Where do we find the courage to love again after hate
has devoured our sense of compassion and taken away
the virtue of forgiveness?
One can only give what one has, so will it be hate of love
that wins over, in the end.  
It's your card game so let me know if you decide to fold
or Trump it !

So whom does the lightening
strike ?
While your hiding behind
that big oak tree.

There once lived a one eyed girl who had twenty twenty vision
she used her imagination each time she turned on the television

One peeper would sleep while the other one looked and looked
through a slit she did perceive each dream her mind had booked

Viewing the world from an angle of one hundred and fifty degrees
her reverie was safely tucked inside an eye of healthful protease

A whimsy girl that she was with a soul that always gave thanks
in a dress of Eiffel Towers, one eye saw the other drew blanks

Monocular hallucination, she'd often see things that weren't there
and when she saw something she liked she'd pluck it out of the air

Visualization of the highest order, fluid as the wild Pacific Ocean
creating pure fantasy with one eye open, as the other one slept.

I woke up this morning
with a thought that said
I think I can I think I can  

I woke up with the sun
making swirlies in the sky
How high, how high ?

I woke up believing
I could change the world
and so I did !!!

Words By: Melancholy Of Innocence
A place where love awakens with silent truth un-binding

A breath a speechless word whispered by an eye's caress
anchored deep within inside my naked soul's undress.  
Here lies the force of my love, in truth I must confess,  

I am a butterfly in flight, a rose drenched in morning dew
awakened by your innocence I cannot help but love you
Like the flowers need the rain, I need you too

One touch one blink and this moment turns to air  
softer than perfume gentler than a whisper barely there
Like stars of heaven, you're beyond compare !!!

Heaven is a place where only with the eyes of hope,  
                               can it truly co-exist !  
Heaven is a special place where innocent children,  
                                       become Angels !
Heaven is a journey for those who believe in
                                     the after life !
Heaven is at the centerpoint of every loving being who  
                      longs to find their loved ones once again !
Heaven is the venue of those who believe and trust
                                   that we will one day return
Heaven is Michelangelo's Last Judgement at the Alter wall
                                      of the Sistine Chapel !
Heaven is a whereabout, a location vageuly represented
                                          and understood only with the heart
Heaven is a place of Salutation for  the rich and the  poor            
                                     everyone is welcome in heaven !

Quote By: Sofia Rojas
The wrong person will find you at peace then later leave you in pieces
The right person will find you when broken and help you find peace again
Both are necessary in the development and learning of your existence.


So many years of trying to find the right partner
all I got was pain and heartache, where did I go wrong ?  
Guess I spend too much time trying to protect my armor  
lost in my loneliness I always felt like I didn't belong;

Then I learned to self soothe and sing my own lullabies
stitched my hopes to trust and prayed him in, Wow ! Who knew !
That the right one would come along and hear my cries  
yes he came to my rescue, right on cue !

Sometimes we need to find many Mister Wrongs
before we can finally find the Mister Right  
It doesn't mean we failed,
it just means your prayer never got mailed....

They called her triple scoop at school cuz she was kind of plump
she was made of ice cream, so all day long she ran and ran and ran  
Sliding in and out of freezers  just to gather herself up in a clump
They called her "Dairy Queen Of Junior High" she never got a tan

Flavored in three Neapolitan colors she came, now that is insane !
She dolloped to wallop, d turning away from the sun, run Queenie run
Oh how sweet but how melty she dripped each time it began to rain
The only thought through her head was, " I might as well be a nun !"

Then one day she met Mr. Freezer, who lived in an Igloo by the Artic
come live with me & we will make snowballs all day and play ...
It was best to live in the cold, for that was her honest prognostic !
together they thrived and felt good in that place called, " Snowsway"

In the early morning fuzz, a smoky inhale of life
the lamppost is lit and the trees are just waking up
Five Forty Two Am: the eyes of the sky are grayly
I hold my stave high as I begin my very first poem  

Bushes and creeks containing tiny quakes of light
piercing through a silent heaven, I feel alright
Sleeping in the room next door he is unaware
of the awakened altered state that claims me

Down the path of memories I go alone and safe
standing behind a closed window, vouchsafe !
Smoke blankets the city on this Friday morning
I can't touch the fire, I am only its town crier

as I write about the residue of the wildfires,  
                I can see the peeling back of its slight
                                 and know instinctively,
                                          It is daylight....

Silence listens to the voices of the people
while on earth, a wisp of wind digresses  
In heaven God listens to each silent call  
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence breathes quietly at the crack of dawn  
respiring softly at the ledge of twilight sunset  
Silence sits at the nucleus of our souls and lies
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence is at the ear of the heart it does not speak
gently it leads us with a cupped hand to peace
It knows how to collect waterfalls and breezes
at the footfalls of Silence...

Silence is my linguistic heaven, my favorite speech
it is my mantra, my Yoga Master, my go to place
When things overwhelm I go to Silence and live,      
at the footfalls of Silence....

"In memory of Eliza and Emily"  
Twelve Years a Slave, Eliza Berry's life marked by cruelty, a tragedy of slavery.


She rose to lower heights as she plucked the cotton with  
                               her bare hands
Stooped over she pulled the cotton from the bolls, fine cotton
                               that it was !  
Twelve years of slavehood, her daughter taken for her beauty
                                  was separated from her youth...
Haggard, hollow-eyed and filled with sorrow she worked soberly
                                     for she would not be sold, she was not for sale !
Eliza wept tears of grief but, there was nothing she could do,
                                       her daughter had been taken away from her.
Come back—don’t leave me—come back, mama, was her last cry
  until distance intervened and then all was finally wholly lost.

Foot Note: Eliza never saw or heard of Emily. In the cotton field, always and everywhere she was talking to her.  Only when absorbed in that illusion or asleep, did she ever have a moment’s comfort, afterwards.

Come to me like a wild horse unbridled longing for the river
like a morning prayer on the heart wanting nothing more
Come to me with pining like a widow waiting for her love
like a soldier in the trenches, begging for cease fire ...

Come to me like a dove gliding over peaceful waters
like the otter and the kelp in a symbiotic drift
Come to me like stars of night shining with accord
like the morning sun at dawn, rising still on you

Come to me like a morning cup of coffee freshly brewed
like a sleeping soul awakened by dreams of yesterday
Come to me like the diner bell exhaling all your waits
like a soft caress on the skin filled with enchanting sin  

                            come to me lover with your loving touch,
                             for I love you, so much !

She is a flesh devouring fairy who feasts on children
who don't wash their hands and primp their toes
Darkly inclined she lives in the shadows, once bitten  
you will turn as evil as her extra long snubby nose

Her name is Darkelina and she snickers to herself    
she owns spidery fingers and her teeth are razor sharp  
Sponge em' down, disinfect, scour them clean or else  
she will cleave your little pinkie and stitch it to her harp

Darkelina Pixie-Meana  that is what they call her Heh !
better wash it or hide it before she finds you child
Gloomy and morose with a dark disposition, its her way
better tuck them under the covers, for she is crazy wild

Beyond the twitch of night she can give you such a fright
she's got teeth with jagged edges, boy how she loves to bite !

Forest dreams as tender as a whisper
soft spoken wishes in the penumbra of night
Divinely assembled beneath a scried heaven
we live, we breathe, we follow...

The evening plants begin to respire
and the trees close up for the evening retreat.  
We sit and meditate while the dusk settles in,  
the candles burn surrounding us with light !
Woodland scents permeate the humid air
black orchid with notes of black truffle,
patchouli, and vanilla, ***-soaked in black.

We are never lost when we find ourselves
centered as a Buddha in the thick of light
Tibetan flutes and magical newts by the lake
each breath we take is an intake of peace
we are semi-aquatic beings in the wildlife.  

Forest  reveries as vivid as lucid dreams of old,  
we stay green and pend, until we turn to gold.

A string of summer days strung like pearls of valor
it is hard to be sad when the sun appears like a coin  
dazzling us inside a bright blue sky that we adore.

Decorative fragrant white flowers, lily of the valley
sweetly scented bell shaped beauties that grow
in the meadows, what fragrant Grace we tally !  

Nothing gold can stay or so they say, but whos to say  
that if you string up one happy moment ...
those pearls of valor your clutch to your heart,
may take your breath away, and never go away.

A string of summer days filled with laughter and such joy,  
close your eyes and smell the flowers, sweetly as they coy.

May you be guarded by Grace and wings made of light
beside a gentle prayer, filled with God's might !
May life be a journey of knowledge and pure delight
as you walk the path of love, may you be given sight

May your days be courageous lived out to the best
and if you get tired, give your heart some rest
May you be  brave as a soldier in this life of gest
know you're being watched from an Angel's nest

May you be accepted and favored just as you are  
reside in the knowledge that to God you're a star
May you trust in the One who holds the handlebar
if you  drive towards Him, ... you'll surely go far    

Like the Angels of heaven with wings made of light,  
like Angels of the Lord who hold vigor in their flight.

Put on your palmate feet come dance in a flash  
you don't need know-how, you don't need cash  
if you love to quack
and you got the knack
then let me show you how to do the chicken splash

                              Walla walla hoo hoo hooray  
                               isn't it a lovely day
                               Walla walla choobidoo-doo
                                soon you won't be feeling blue !

In the dessert she did grow
like a rose without a thorn
shooting up towards the sun
Sofia's rose is next to none

In the sand a jewel bright
lost inside a sky so blue
aiming for the heaart
she rose, like a speckled rose  

Blooming without rain she did
in the font of her sweet-heart
wells of happiness did grow  
inside Sofia's heart, airflow !

Say hello to June, come greet each floral scent that fills your hearts and noses  
it is time to put away your winter garbs & lose yourselves in leaves and roses

June, a month of gentle starts as the days get longer filled with golden light
we oft renew our  garden vows, planting seeds of joy wherever we go  

"Oh! Flowery Month of June, sing to us a song of hope & gentle care,  
as you lead us through the garden path of life with truth and dare...

With each rising bran new day comes the promise of a new tomorrow
help us embrace the moments that come to us without deep sorrow

Goodbye May Hello June, like those lovely strawberries I see grow in June,  
I am longing for serene enchanting nights, beneath your strawberry moon.

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
William Shakespeare

It is all about perspective and that is key to heart
Shiny blade of cutting edge, do you **** or butter
pray tell, OH, Sitting knife !    
Shall I use my quill and write about you as you are  
or spin a yarn regarding you, telling tales to see how far ?
Should I stretch my wenden shades of rose for you,
or strive to see thy point of view !  

Interpret me with candor and honesty dear mate,
and please remember this ...
If you hold me to the sun, I will reflect thy shine  
if you hold me to the dark, all ignorance be thine !    
Perception is key for all of truth's reveal        
so may thine eyes be set in truth and see the good in me.      
Make haste, adjust thy lens, ... take me to a place of love.

By: Mystic Rose

Like butterflies as they rest their wings
and prepare for another day
So will you take time off once in a while
to re-coop and breathe
When rainy days come and you had enough
do like the butterfly in the sky
Close up your wings and sit for a while
you'll fly again soon, when its over.
Its ok to rest during life's biggest storms
rain can damage many a wing
So wrap those weary arms around you
then close your eyes and pray

You'll fly again some day, you'll see !

A windswept soul cognitive only to the One who clips the stars of heaven
this I am
An enlightened being spiritually awakened by the interconnectedness of all living things
this I am
Dwelling in a place filled with heightened sense of presence, I am peaceful
as the Great I Am
Ablaze like an Olympian Flame I pass life's torch to you with internal conviction  
and this is my reveal, of who I truly am
  
I am a woman made of man a mystery onto thyself, I live, breathe and love
and therefore yes, ... I am !!!

Sepulchered inside a vaulted night so deep
the crow soars alone inside that ebon sky of yours
Center arched in space, heaven is filled with stars
an so your secret lies across orange-yellow meteors.
Encased inside a cold embrace,
                                  your imminent last sigh !

Irreversible as the hour, this cancer has taken a  leap
and the butterflies of summer, have all but gone away
Choral hymns of worship amazing Grace, ... foresight
how I long to keep you here, at least for one more day
within the cold embrace of death,
                                   your inevitable, goodbye !

A diamond in the rough that is what He was ,
he possessed a multifaceted radiant nature,  
but he also lacked refinement and polish.
When it came to speaking the truth,
he was a lance aiming straight for the enemy.  
In the face of sinful adversity and corruption,
He was as devouring, as the desert sun;
His heart !  
Now that  IS,   the True jewel of this world !
A KohiNoor diamond, with the rarest spark.
His soul was Divinely filled with spiritual essence,  
but his human psyche was at the very core
of all human suffering...
Soul, spirit or  Divine Force,
                                he was a man
you could not coerce, nor easily convert.  
Christ, Lord, Savior, Son of God,   Lamb of God, "Messiah,"

Yes its all Him just take your pick
As for me, He is the one who saves  
He is my Gujarat and my life force,  
the pacemaker of my beating heart.
  
Take Him away from me,
remove the sparkle of His living word
from my soul, and I'll be left forever
in the dark.
                                                                 Good Shepherd, Son of man,
He is a culminate of crucifixion and resurrection alike,  
He is the unlit flame that is waiting for you, to strike,

                              So light Him up like the rare jewel that He is,
                               Light Him Up! Light Him Up! Light Him Up !

By: Mystic Rose

My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
refracting light from every angle, it holds life's leeway
Suffused with fragments of love,  I can be warm as night    
filled with a sense of awe, when you tilt me to the light,  
                                 I feel just right  
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
if I follow only yesterdays, life can soon appear surreal  
Infused with an outside world that can often smite  
I choose to live inside my own reflective colors,  
                                           Always, in the light   !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
changing and bending with every curving path
it has been overused and "Inter-diffused" many times  
like this mosaic piece of art I call "stained glass window "  
                                I am a,   "Pièce de ré·sis·tance " ( a work of art)
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
When I pray with it, it remembers to give thanks, in every way.

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed like gentle rain amidst sun showers, she appears as if on cue

Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
a flight of fancy fanning fast, she's a fabulous marvel of beauty, true on true

"I exist in two places, here and where you are." says the butterfly to me "
"I am you and you are I and that is why. " (pause)... we are both free !

She soars to heaven as if she were an angel of grace with wings of lace  
and when I get there I will see that God and her have just changed place.  

She drinks in the moment as if no one is watching her and so do I
and from now on I will live like her, until the day I die ...

I'll land on each soft place I find and know that I am not alone,      
over by that sunny spot I'll sit and wait, until He finally calls me home.

In the afterglow of your beautiful loving heart
lives a flower that blooms each and every day
Planted deep within, you are the great thou art
of my living soul's reveal, you are the way !

Dazzling me with brightness and effulgence
you are a glowing candle in the thick of night
With luminosity you touch on my resurgence
helping me revive, a long lost dormant light;

You are a gleam, a glint, a polished diamond stud
an opalescent being who grants prismatic hues
Seeded in your garden I know that I am loved
above all else, ... and it is I that you did choose

You are the afterglow of love's most precious gift,
the bridge across forever, that never goes adrift.

She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white,  it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side.  
When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out of humble stock !

She wore pompadour shoes, like she had nothing to lose
and rouge so red it made the cardinals have fainting spells !
Her hair was soaked in henna, elderberry & radish extract,
and I believe her dress was stitched in the boudoir of coco-channel!  

She was a nouveau riche reveling in her new found fame
and everything in her life was right as rain until that fatal day,  
when her hat expanded 10 x its size,  growing past her shoulders
  like a great big beast, of leavened yeast!  

Her hat pins strained from the strain of those great big plumes,  
moaning and groaning from her lithe walk and all that perfume !
Then First World War arrived and suddenly it was unpatriotic
to be concerned with one's appearance !
She was no Rockefeller and didn't own a rupee nor a heller,
so she became a steadfast loyal dame, like dear old Helen Keller .
What happened to that big old hat, with the plumes of red and white ?

She stewed it, brewed it, boiled it down then poured it in a flask,
and yes she drank it slowly,... just in case you thought to ask !

City stars and lights, darkly lit bridges and little men from Mars
I'd rather be far away from here, away from pollution away from cars
To a place where fresh water pearls live cradled  under water's overflow
and the stars of night shine brighter than the snow !
City stars and lights, we live in dim lit places like butterflies live in jars
Urban city viewing, we got gadgets we got wi-fi  we got nigh
buildings, roads , public transportation, makes me want to sigh  
Take me to a place of silence where the stars are always bright
and the earth is filled with cosmic dust from stars infused with light.
Urban city viewing, with arms outstretched we either live or die;
Come with me to a place where docile stars can truly shine
leave this world behind and join the glitter of their Divine !
Take me to a place where we can talk without restraint
a place where we can be ourselves and never wear face paint.
Come with me, to a place where docile stars are yours and mine.

Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses
weave every thorn I own around your open space
I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of
but I do own beauty and the scent of Rose Khalid  

Let me penetrate your senses with my wildish ways
cleaving shadows of your night, I will bring you day
I am not a flower to be cast aside just like the rest  
take good care of me and I will surely bloom in May

Let me be your muse's musk, powdery sweet like earth  
leaving trails of inspiration on your velvet book of love  
I am not a garden trinket nor your favorite rose my dear
talk to me as if  I were a prayer, written just for thee.

For I am no longer a prisoner of your poetry Dear One  
just a simple musk-filled muse, reaching for the Sun...

Quote by: Ring time
And there is a rumor in the forest...

••• If they believed in themselves, as they believe in dark and vicious words that desecrate minds and souls. If that same force will be used for them. Their concrete forests would flourish instead of dying in droughts caused by the minds of dark power . •••

Todos of their language standing silent yet strong
in solidarity
  they take a stand
Wolves of a pack bonding together
refusal
of the highest order ...
Dark energy of wolves  
wolverine primal instincts, darkness!
Turned into strength,  by the gentle presence of
intuition and wisdom
To know them is to understand their value
both loyal and strong they are brave warriors
of the forest.

I stand by the sea and watch the sky turn into a lovely shade of April blue.  I see big old trees dotting the edge of the horizon and a lovely red sunset.  I can only imagine who the man upstairs is and how he has managed to create such a beautiful landscape here on earth...  Let alone the heavens!
Oh my stars !!!
you don't belong in jars  
Father shines you from afar  
I scoop a bit of water in my hands then watch it clump the sand.  Drawing my knees up to my chest I lift my head to watch Selene, Goddess of the moon  raising a glassy white moon with her arms.  It is a natural moon, pouring out light onto a blessed hour of darkness, and so I give Him thanks and praise!        
Her dress, a gown of clouds
puffed up like a shroud
Misty colored, never loud
"If I could, I would fetch you the moon on a spoon." I say to the ether of His quiet.  Then as if by magic a streak of silver appears, mirroring the aging gray hair on my head.  What else in life can make you feel as good as when God's world suddenly melts inside of you? What else can claim your soul the way the stars and the moon do,  ... let alone the ocean view !
By: Mystic Rose

As the last
petal
      falls
from the stem
of
    your beautiful heart,
I will
catch  
         it
then own  
in my hands,  

              the most
        tenderest
                       part  
of your
          ALL !

Nestled deep within the feel and touch of home
this heart of love goes on a holiday
Like feathered birds in heaven when they roam
all thoughts of you arise, like birds of clay

Nestled deep within the soul I have no choice  
but flap these wings and lead you to my heart
Like  warblers in the sun with trilling voice
all thoughts of you sing sweet, it is an art

Nestled at the font of love the heart's own mind
is like a shelter of collective pasts
Like memories of old that can't go blind
all ardors of the heart seem to outlast

Unblinking as the sun that shines inside my heart
the heart and mind of you and I, will never part.