Rose-scented madness
Etching out a vintage yearning-
An ache inside
Of endless tides
That longs to dive deep,
Into creations newly made whole-
This filigreed working of my soul
Rising with the earth and green
As the clouds press down in silver flight
With the ancient fog that calls the hills
To sing the sweetest silence...
Awakening voices and wings to set free;
There's a harmony
Sweeping in every tree.
Flowers bend and grasses sway-
Between it all, I drift away
To follow the golden sun,
To seek the fire that creates the pull,
And the moon with cool my burning soul.
The crystal absorbs the depths of me;
The Muse breaks a reality
Into a puzzle of simplicity-
Laughing as the riddle goes on...
One moment of clarity
Inside the heart of Unity
Becomes a mist of epiphany
That lingers like the wind.
With soil to nourish a planted dream,
Good Neighbors, Themselves, guiding on,
From astray, from afar
And right beside me.
Rose's thorns break the skin
Of this shell that's kept me hidden-
Just out of reach of petal's grace.
Secret worlds, singing, spinning;
Pulling, pushing in fragility,
'When the bubble breaks
It leaves an imprint
Of a time before that exists right now
And hence goes on-join the ride!'
Scented soft, this rarest rose-
Vintage tales inside my soul...


4/6/2002
Thyme

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