We have come to meet again after all these years
and in your eyes I see the young girl I once knew
no words are needed when two hearts are glued
to the worth of our last words
to the life that we once knew
Yes after all these years you have finally returned
to that special place where we first began, as two.

Tempering colors of magnetic reds and browns
September, you sure know how to make me turn around
enclosing me in comforting space warm as a fireplace
you make me long for firewood and campgrounds
Maple trees of yellow and honey wood leaves
you make me want to trade my frosty lips for a cinnamon kiss
down in the meadows, the woods are whispering
saying their goodbyes to La Fleurs Fe Lis
Linden wood dreams beneath a golden Autumn
the cedar gum and the cedar oils are healing balms of choice
aiming for the hills on a cool September eve  
suddenly I feel like I have found my voice;

I love you September more then words can say
I think I'm going to go jump in the leaves,
one more time,  before my last hurray !

Soaked to the bone with top-splashes of news
I cannot create what I need on my plate
I want songs, I want poems, I want so much more
then the bad news I hear on this forked road of hate

Drenched from the fear that has clothed my days
I refuse to adhere to the orders they give
one day I hear truth one day I hear lies
one day we are living one day we might die

Pass me an umbrella the rain has drenched me anew
its pouring in a helter skelter way, and I don't know what to do

SPIDER SILLY CRAWLINGS UP AND DOWN WEBBED WALLS
THERE ARE GOBBLINS AND MONSTERS, MEOWLINGS TOO
JUMPING JACKS THAT POP AND LITTLE SLY FOXES THAT RUN
FOR GOODNESS SAKE BE SAFE SAYS THE EVE OF GOOD WILL

SCARY DOLLIES WITH EYEBALLS THAT JIGGLE AND WIGGLE
A PORCUPINE CHILD WITH A PRICKLY DEMEANOR, OH MY !
HAUNTINGS & MUDDLINGS, SCATTERINGS & SCARINGS
THE KIDS IN THEIR GARMENTS ARE WILDER THEN RODENTS  

HERE COMES THE STICKLIEST WITCH OF THE YEAR  
FLYING ON A  BROOMSTICK BEWARE, SHE DRAWS NEAR  
SHE HACKLES AND CACKLES WITH DROOPY NOSE QUACKLES  
MY KIDDIES BE CAREFUL, DON'T EAT FROM HER CASTLE    

SHE'S GOT MONGRELS AND HYBRIDS AND ALL KINDS OF BREEDS
AND EVEN THE GOBBLINS ARE AFRAID OF HER GREED
SHE'LL TRICK YOU SHE'LL TREAT YOU, BUT DON'T YOU BELIEVE HER
HER CAULDRON IS READY AND SOON SHE'LL BE FETCHIN'

SPIDERS AND GOBBLINS , LITTLE ONES TOO,  EYEBALLS AND TOES,
AND MAYBE ,  .... EVEN YOU !

The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears. —Native American proverb


Waterfall beauties shedding crystalline tears  
an indigo vision an outpour of emotion
she thought she was loved by him,  
wherever did she get that notion?
In the beginning it was love at first sight  
but then when they fought it never showed
like the stars that disappeared in the sky
it slowly began to die ;
Years later when she found real love  
the kind that watered the roots of her soul  
she finally learned the truth about  
the inns of Love;
Waterfall beauties shedding tears of happiness
both were wet but these ones dried quickly,  
to the sound, of her crystalline laughter.

She danced over my desires like a light footed ballerina
tapping into my longings like an intuitive child of the seventies
Every drip of icicle sent shivers down my spine
and so I wrote her a letter, asking her to  quietly go away;
She answered me, with a whip of wind and a  halo from the sun
her summons were refreshing, like a snowflake on the tongue
Although I begged her to release her seasonal lurk on me
she gave me stretchy moments  filled with February days
She made me long for sunshine five hours every day
and as I synced my calendar,  March arrived Hurray Hurray !
Every hill of white and every snowflake bright
did eventually, fade away ....
She danced into my birthday month and gifted me the spring
and as I sat on my veranda I could hear the birdies sing
Every touch of her was gone at least for one more year
and so I wrote another letter, thanking her for her short stay !

He knew how to turn up the soil and seed,  
Before the sun got hot by summer's glade;    
And on his lips recounting roses creed
He gently viewed them as they swayed;  
Together in a garden built of tweed
A bloom-vestige of grace, softly arrayed;
And as the gardener drank his amber tea,  
he thought of roses and he thought of me.

A speck on the glass a reflection  of someone I knew
once ago when the world was still  and so bran new
I was a chit of the future tilting her wings to the sky  
a babe with living to do before learning to fly ;
Mirrored to the image of God
I was often considered odd
a druid with fingers of sod
arriving, each time I was  called
A citizen of the earth with knowledge beyond compare
I always knew the world belonged to the birds of the air
far removed from the present, I lived in the future
by the scry of a rock and the cry of an eagle's demure
Reflector of light,  refracted conduit  
an alter full of candlelight,
a woman of air, water, fire, Spirit
I looked into God's eyes and knew for certain who I was .

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 .

A heavenly feather falls slowly and lands in free  
its a symbol of angelhood and celestial mediation
Soothingly, comfortingly, a Sensei surrounds me
and showers me with blessings as I claim  reaction
and write, for I am a poet that is what I do...
An angel divine incarnate without pious duple
sincere in her approach she never cleaves fear  
for her gentleness instructs me like a Holy wimple
ministering with anoint  from close then near ;
I write, for I am a poet and that is what I do
Alabaster skies with electric blue streaks of night  
adhere to her path like a messenger of old and
claim your place in the banquet of His light
she is a paragon of love , fingers in the sand
I write for I am a poet and that is what I do.

I am in love with
the world that God created
there are no phones here
© Mystic Rose

Lost in the depth of the night
your hand finds mine
Walking along the beach
we disappear beyond the shore  
Ocean dreams, starfish wishes
I am yours, you are mine.

Longing for the flowers that adorn my garden patch
I open wide the door that I imagine sits unlatched
Inside this magic land of mine, I'm longing to explore
every dainty blossom bud arranged with sweet adore
Une belle epoque, ..."a period of high artistic view"
each boutonnieres a whisper of, " and how are you ?"
Abiding in the charms of my annual florets,
I sit and take to wonder, how it is that we first met
It was Maytime and the sun was oh ! bran new
yes we were enamoured and we stuck like crazy glue
Two petals sharing one flower, we clung like poetry
leaning on each other sharing secrets, drinking tea
Oh but that was long ago, when love was all we knew
two flowers growing wild aside some gentle feverfews
Steadfast as the sun and moon we were back then
as I sit here in my garden for the life of me,
I cannot remember, when ?

They are like two beam lights that claim the stage
on a hot summer eve in the middle of a makeshift
floor parkette made of wood, varnish, and lights that aim
They are more than two American dollies dressed
in  French lace and boudoir lipsticks
They are idols of the theater talking through
cables and conductive material.  
The imagination of the viewers soar as they lose themselves
in the dark curtained stage, where reality has gone dormant
The only sound they hear is the tingly sounds
of unfolding fans made of feather and paper,
by the old vintage theater Madam who clucks and gossips
in hushed tone when the first dolly gives the other dolly,  
a soft kiss.

The End.

Inspired by Ink

Hermes, Patron God of travelers in winged sandals and caduceus staff  
you claim Godspeed as you fly on and on and on  
Nike, Goddess of victory, athletic troubadour, sweet paramour
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Iris, Goddess of the rainbow in Divine and mortal realms you go
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Eros, God of love, you take wing with cupid bows and arrow
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Boreas, as the north winds blow, your are winter's God of power
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Zephyrus, with a light wind gentle breeze every springtime, you bestow  
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Zeus, Greek God of lightning I feel your eagle feathers as I muse,  
as I claim God speed, flying on and on and on  
you open me the door and I am there once more
like a Godly inspired, “Dumbledore"
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on
on and on and on, on and on and on.  

Ps: Dumbledore is the old English word for bumblebee.

If the Rubik's cube was round I'd roll it in the snow
caress it like a meatball then hide it in the dough
If it had same old shades of white aligned to match
and two knobby handles with a little silver catch
I would turn it slowly, rotate it, find the latch

If the Rubik's cube was spherical like soccer *****
combinatorially correct, without four simple walls
If it was soft in the center instead of hard like rock
I'd squish it into place just like a child of Dr. Spock
put it on a leash and slowly walk it round the block

If the Rubik's cube was a big old Ferris wheel of fun
I'd configure it with motion and solve it on the run
If the Rubik's cube was bally and built like solid O
I'd solve it in a jiffy, match the colors yell Bingo !
I'd wear it like a trophy and put it out for show

If the Rubik's cube was made for geniuses like me,  
they'd be far too easy, and given out for free.

Distant memories of summers past
dancing with the vibrancy of youth
love and romance;
The scent of your aftershave
still lingers in my thoughts
wafting, like little sweet forget me knots...
Butterfly kisses beneath the father tree
mulched in winey lips of dew
I whispered "I Love You"
you murmured,
"I Love You Too"

I may be just a hat but from way up here I can see
that she has her clothes hung up like little soldiers
ready for service at the drop of a hat
As I tilt my linen peonies and squint in her closet
I see a mish mash of flowery designs and I cringe
She shops at the thrifty store down the road
and I can see she favors cotton for it can breathe easy
and her favorite colors are blue and sea green.
The scent of her peppermint halo clings to her clothes
like a tight fitting slip, that I know she doesn't wear.
So many shrugs and so many t shirts, oh my oh my !
The one think I have noticed from my privileged point of view  
it that she owns no black. She thinks its for funerals,
so she opts for vibrant colors and her favorite, is red.
I know I am being biased because I'm her favorite hat
and happen to be red but I must admit she wears me well !
Love it when she picks me up and places me on her head,
like I were the cat's meow.  When she faces the mirror
and says, " When I wear you hat, I feel like I'm being me"
a peel of her laughter follows.  Each time she tilts me up
towards the sun I must agree, she is who she says she is,
a free spirit who loves life, to the fullest.

When the sun arises in the morning above the pristine snow
and the stillness of the silence brings the panting deer ahead
When the heaven laden trees of winter slices heaven's glow
I know for sure that you will be there, in all of my tomorrows

When the train has bridged the miles across the forest glades
and the January snowflakes have swiveled through the air,  
like a thousand glistening diamonds, I will  venture into safety  
with the knowledge that you'll be there, in all of my tomorrows

When winter turns to spring and then to softer June  
I will wait inside this garden where all the flowers bloom
with the fragrance of her damask you will know that I was there
and you'll be certain of my presence, in all of your tomorrows,    

In all of our tomorrows, we'll be there.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRPpyZaZd6Y

May you be illuminated by your intellect and lead along the path of righteousness
may you be lifted up, a lantern onto the heavens with spherical love and compassion
Light, shall be cast upon your path as you walk towards life with heart wide open...
Energy rays of warm will reach your solitary state of mind and infuse you with joy
creating in you the diamond halo of eternal life...
Come journey through your thoughts and quiet the still of your voice.  Inside of you
chains are being loosed.  You are being freed from every illusion and pre-concept.
May the Universal Mother embrace you and bless you her waters of anoint  
and bring you to the font of healing, as you shine and live.  
Only you own the key to your inner Kingdom, only you can open the
time belt of knowledge.  Allow your sacral energy and color to vibrate and change
until its a lovely shade of sapphire blue. Pierce the veil of confusion, enter into communion with your clear self.   A world of magic awaits, reconstruct the
way you perceive things.  Do not be afraid of change, you have the effulgent
beams of stars and moon at your side. They will show you how light your travel
can be, allow them to take you gently home.
May the benefactor of your body, mind and soul, infuse you with Hope, as you
walk through this valley called earth. You have been given the knowledge of
true self, so drop your false illusions and climb up the ladder of contentment.
Thank you for listening , this is Mystic Rose ,  until we meet again, Be Well.

(Motivational Speaker, died Oct 18, 2024 at the age of 49, father of two )

In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,  
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
Flying on the wings of hope, thankful every day for that special ray
that sends me to the sun, like a soaring Cormorant flying free..
Mixing clay and water I will build my wings  and temper gently
with  the coming of the light,   just like Jonah did,  
from the belly of the night....
The last few words I said to you, may they fall afresh like dew
on the lawn of your heart, may you run for peace and not forget
that when the waters rise and you can't swim,
do like Noah did and build an arc !  
In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,  
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
I am a ripple in the quantum field of life, a pulse in the heart of you
listen and learn what it is that lights you up and fills you with joy.
Before you dare to go to those fields of gold where you never
grow old,  just row and row and row and row, and never let go.

Quote by author: If love had a thousand faces, they would all look like yours
Your visage is what I'd seek first in my lost and found, box.  

I'd feel for the corners of my box, with nimble fingers
eyes closed I'd  brail  the contours of your missing face
like a schoolchild pining for a spark of self esteem, I'd linger
on words last spoken, before you faded out of place

If love had a thousand faces I'd see only yours for all eternity
lost in a sea of despair, I'd search for you far and wide
like a mother craving for a child's return, I'd scour the city
rummaging the streets, look in all the places you could hide

If love had a thousand faces I would never look for anything new,    
I'd take delight in the likes of you and only you.

Quote by author: Touch the cornerstone of our memories
and there you shall discover the amulet of love
that I once gave to you and you to me.  

In the face of love I find your heart and all you ever gave to me
the cherished days I held so dear the laughter of our youth
you
In the face of love my journey now complete is knitted
in the breaths we took together
we
In the face of love we conquered every hill
and every raging storm inside and out
us*
In the face of love no poem could describe our story,  
nor  show the hourglass of our beautiful lifetime

You touched my soul and melted it with yours my love
heart to heart no separation can ever take away
the joined assembly of our precious, precious, love.

In the land of fairy tales lives a tiny Pixie with golden orbs, etched in detail  
with two pointed ears and pointy hat she is untouchable like the Holy Grail
In the fairy Kingdom lives the Silvan Elf contented with all his Tolkien lore
and every tale brings laughter and flighting, in the Forest of "open doors"  
In this land of fairy tales, a gaggle of mages use elements without trail ;

Little dwarves no bigger then my thumb ducking beneath tall blades of grass
reconciliation spells by magic lanterns lit, from gold to yellow, copper, brass
Their territory and dominion is the land between the trees, while the muses
scribe, on illusionary parchment as translucent as a moon beam, they douse
the fires of reality. In the land of fairy tales only magic lives with cheeky sass

In the mind of children and the very old alike, lives a splendorous green haven
where all fears and loneliness is spoofed away, and all hunger quickly shaven
With mushrooms as tall as I, and crunch bit Cashews as big as a drop of dew,  
no one slumbers without a full tummy and a yamusical song of sweet renew
Magical moon whispers and pranksters with a lisper, they even got a raven

Flying solo in the sky, in this fantabulous land of imagination Victor, is hero.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYZC-VbcpRg

I invite you into the path of internal freedom my friend,  
Receive the gift of joy that comes into your presence
Allow your Divine self  to flow gently into the arms of love
Give yourself time to create a worthy space within you,  
so you can live with gentle breath, upon this loving earth...
The voice of your soul is calling you
softly home.  Tender whispers light as a breeze  
are flying you back to your dwelling place.  
Embrace and receive your calm with quiet residue
and find your peaceful essence beneath the Holiest of Sun
Feel the warmth that comes from within
as you learn to let go of all negative emotions.
Breathe in and breathe out
Open yourself to the mighty chi and be the star that
illumines the skies;
as your body gives rise to the ebb and flow of life
allow your Divine self to fall gently, into the arms of love.

INTO THIS WORLD OF LOVE I HAVE BEEN PLANTED
LIKE A PRECIOUS SEED DEEP BENEATH THE SOIL
I GREW UP FULL OF HOPES AND DREAMS,  
BREATHING AND LIVING IN THIS BITTERSWEET EMBROIL;
I BELONG HERE IN AS MUCH AS THE SUN, MOON AND STARS
IN THIS WORLD OF LOVE, I TOO CAN SHINE
ALL THE KINDNESS AND LOVE IN MY HEART,  
I IMPART & GIVE TO THOSE WHO NEED IT MOST...

Its my birthday every day just because I awoke to see another day
a new breath an extra hour beneath my belt, I am God's living ray
Defying all odds I am still here stumping the experts with my drill  
dancing in the sunlight like a dervish mendicant ascetic, no pills;
I remember being six and blowing out the candles on my frosty cake
mamma asked me sweetly to make a wish before the first snowflake
I wished to live forever so I could find the secret of a well lit firefly
and summer after summer I watched them as they lit up the sky
It is my birthday today, every hour succinct to the next I like it this way
twirling like a wild baton in a parade I bang my drum and I sing all day
A new breath an extra hour beneath my belt, I am God's special girl
a Mystic soul that refuses to lay down and die, while the stars unfurl
I'll lay on the freshly mowed lawn and watch the stars shine from on high,  
while I recall mamma's birthday cake and the fireflies that once lit up the sky.

I remember well those eyes that sparkled every year on Valentines day
mom would adorn the dining area with red tablecloths and fresh flowers
A beloved Cupid kept vigil by the kitchen window as she shooed us away        
from the melt in your mouth cupcake ganache, too soon to be devoured

Music streamed from an old radio, Barbra crooning to "The way Were"
dishes set side by side, while her Fleur De Rocaille wafted in like a blur    
dad clean shirted and thankful bowed his head in prayer to St. Valentine,
Patron Saint Of Love, after all it was his day and so we drank a little wine

Years later when she died each Valentine's day dad brought home cupcakes  
we would sit around the table and recall the years she would bake like a gem  
it was a tradition we didn't have the heart to destroy, so we did partake
every year, as if she were still here. When the rose died, I saved the stem

I remember her smile and the way she celebrated every moment of the day,  
Cupid gets put away every year but he always returns, it was mom's way.

Feb 19m 2021

I see a world in dire need of rose colored glasses
though the earth has memorized the cradle of my form
I have yet to find the fitted shape of my reality;
Looking around me I see scared people living in fear
crucially masked they long for, yesterday's dream;
The elongated hope that has stretched our living days
is coming to an end.  It is time for positive change...
One day soon you will see my pupils once again
and I will blind you with the sight of my smile !
You will feel my hug, and when we touch again  
the cornerstone of our free world
will pierce through past illusions
and you will see me as the girl you once knew
I will be happy all the time and I will never be blue.

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022

Jesus be my light my One and only
my candle in the dark my saving lark
help me to avoid all things not Holy  

in this life be my lantern for night's dark  
so when my Grace arrives on eagle wings
I may behold the murmur of your calling hark    

you are my Faith diamonded ring      
all that I hold most dear like trust and love  
you are the Master of my puppet strings  

in you I find refuge and hope from above
you, joy of my success are my one true Love.

Adoring eyes in the morning breeze
the water hypnotizes and the trees hold out their arms
sunshine rays of beauty fall like a water cascade
in the morning dawn
A fawn arrives breaking the spell of day
with her spotted body lean, alert and spry
by the edge of the lake its not time to die  
over by the shore...
Air is music it fills my lungs, wind picks up
playing an old melody that reminds me of,  
Adoring eyes in the morning breeze
The water hypnotizes and brings me to my knees,
one more time...

Meditate upon the natural order of things.  When you go outside yourself,  take the mossy path of consciousness over to the waters edge and drink.  
Refresh from its wonders and it will give you more then mere matter . Dip in its joyful splash, soak in its contentment, wash in its delirium and it shall be yours;  
THE JOY IN YOUR HEART
WASN'T PUT THERE TO STAY
JOY ISN'T JOY UNTIL
YOU GIVE IT AWAY
Joy is built on gratefulness, awareness, and kindness. When you realize the value of JOY, it will never be undersold, underrated , nor given away   easily.  Don't let others define what joy is and is not for you. Some find it as easily as breathing while others never find it at all. Lost in their own conditions, they never do.  
If worries arrive at your door, take a look at them but don't  let them live there too long, Don't let them destroy your serenity and peaceful state of mind. Carry Joy in your heart and don't let the world tear it apart. Its yours
JOY IS THE CONTINUUM
OF A CONTENTED LIFE
ALWAYS PARE IT GENTLY  
AWAY FROM  STRIFE
meditate upon the natural order of things when you go outside yourself, and if you do you will always find "JOY" Inside your deepest self.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

Inside the forestry of his heart I live
inhaling the scent of his deep woods
I could never fill those Timberlands boots
nor explain the thrill that he provides  
when he arrives at the grove of my soul
and whispers, "Darling, I love you "

softly cloaked and protected by his pine  
I am evergreen in moments like these
Existing in this charming jungle of love
I could never retrace my steps, for  
arriving in this place of no return
I feel as suitable as a thriving conifer  

Inside  this  evergreen existence, I just am  
breathing in the fragrance of his loyalty  
I feel like a woman in love, ...
After a lifetime of bending, to his will    
I am the wind that blows on his heart
when I get to him, I just breathe...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BuMGrFadqU

The scent of night perfumes my pillow here tonight
Alongside jasmine dreams that will never go away
a traceless dusk awaits me by tomorrow's infant light
as I dream beneath the ombre of a lost forgotten day
Silently I revel by the flowered gates of paradise
jarring open with my fingers parting veils of time
a harp of gold is being plucked right before my eyes
as I float towards its cadence I feel quite sublime ...
Ephemeral presences with the feel and touch of home
everything is moving smoothly as I begin to fly
oh blessed day I have arrived here I stand alone
my bare soul with nothing to hide
here inside this fragrance kingdom an aromatic bliss
permeating right through heaven, just like a gentle kiss.

Looks so peaceful there upon thy grave
where once these flowers never bloomed
I think the concrete angel on your stone
is lipping me a truth I've never known

Up there in heaven where you are
I could not rest like you my love
These hands were made for toiling darlin'
AND this heart was made for loving you, alone

Looks so calm here yet a storm is brewing
shackling my thoughts and rendering me sad
I think its almost time for God to close the gate
but if I hurry, maybe I can ****** you back to life ;

Up there where doves cry and Angels sigh
where flowers bloom at will on Abba's yonder sill
There is a bench for two engraved by you,  
some day we'll sit there just like we used to do.  

Words by: Mystic Rose

We no longer move in normal ways    
and all this because of Covid 19  
I no longer watch the news these days
Each day I pray for a simple cure
but as the numbers climb I realize
prayer is the only way to procure
Time lapses and we are losing ground
wish I could see a miracle or two
perhaps it would help me feel sound
Guardian angels are prepping their wings
preparing for their journey on earth
if I cup my ear,  I can hear them sing
Hope is the only thing worth a keeping  
in this world of uncertain terms
we got each other so lets keep steeping
Soak in the Faith as if it were a straw
we are al so very vulnerable
and none of us are above the law  
Life is a gift so we shouldn't assume  
never take any one for granted  
hold on to each other while in loom
Thank the stars above that our still here
and even if you are afraid
by brave, and never give in to fear.

"One day I woke up to a world of topsy-turvy
one moment sharing a meal and hugging my kids
and the next,  I was keeping distance in a masked smile"

I believe that tomorrow was never ours
and that hope is the rafter that keeps us afloat
I believe that this pandemic has changed our attitude  
and given us a chance to realize how precious life is

I believe that if we persevere and work together
we can find a solution this dilemma
I believe government is doing the best it can
we can't slap our leaders, if we need their hand

I believe in miracles, especially in these difficult times
one day can make a difference
I believe that mountains can crumble and so can people
but if we fight the good fight, we can win

I believe in good old fashioned courage
putting a little water in our wineglass
I believe we owe it to ourselves and to our loved ones
to continue to do all that we can, to stay healthy and alive.

Oh to live in the pulse of the sun and feel blessed  
and smell the sweet scent of a flower's in-chide  
to inhale all the power of summer's attest  
and exhale it towards God's ambrosial tide

To bathe in the peace of the stars during night
and flow with the light of the dawn like a kite;
To course through the heavens and never lose sight,
one must sound out the trumpet of summer's respite;

To dream by the oak and awake by the sea
when August has ripened and turned Jubilee
you must enter dominion of summer's delight
and live in the rapture of candescent light

Oh to live and to love one must first learn to kiss,  
the kinetics of summer, with eternal bliss.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qb86FLDntbA

I took my love, I took it down   Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the*   snow covered hill
'Til the landslide brought me down    Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons    of my life?         Mmm
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'  'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes bolder  children get older
And I'm gettin' older, too 2x
Well, I've been 'fraid of changin'  'Cause I built my life around you
But as time makes you bolder   children get older
And I'm gettin' older too,   I'm gettin' older, too
take my love and take it down     you climb a mountain you turn around
if you see my reflection in a snow covered hill
the landslide brought it down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, a landslide brought it down, let the landslide bring it down.