Three from the dawn of a new life. Did you see the dawn, birth of the day, a month, a life. When I woke the sky was light. I feared the clouds would bar my sight. Before the rise the clouds where pink, then to red, the eclipse did flee. A flash so bright, I thought it rose, I could hardly hold my pose. The clouds where fire across the sky, my spirit burned, a stunning sight. Tears did fall, my soul did give, to my love, so it would live. Again I thought it raised a churning red, but no, just another act of the show. Then it peeped above a cloud, shining yellow instead of white. Though the moon was not in sight, the clouds did dance with colors bright. Then a pause, a forgotten calm did come to me, knowing the purpose finally. As it rose I did stare, it is odd to see Moons face where Sols glair should be. Finally Sun lifted from the clouds, the full disk now danced. Then a blast, warmed my face, with a slight breath all did shake. My sight grew better instead of white, feeling stronger instead of fright. Circling blasts of pure white, but the moon I saw, not the Sun. Amazing power I did see; true moon never in sight, yet her face upon Sol. The flowing whites her dancing hair, circling round with out a care. All in sight crisp and bright, never before held such a sight. Healing it was, this breath of air, granting knowledge with loving care. I saw it coming, felt it though and pass, as shining Sol said it is I you willful man. I stared so long and then some more, yet Lunar face did not erase. It is odd to see and stare; so very long with no glair, a stunning pair they do make. Stunning child of Luna and Sol, of my soul you did take. In the Atlantic what did you give? I know its strong, your love is true. Stronger now I give for you, In a week corner the circle. Forty plus years of fewer plights, then fortnight Luna bright. ***************************************************** Spirit now joined, Understanding near, The power of love dries the tear. To fight the dragon, No longer alone, The power of love defeats the fear. The dragon had purpose, Give it some love, The blood spilt will now draw us near. The pillar now lit, Shines a new path, Destination of love to which we are heir. The flame now burn, Shielded and strong, Shall burn for a week clearing the air. Cleansing the mind, Clearing the field where, Roots run deep it is there we must care. Body and soul, Now have the chair, For my dear I do dare. **************************************************** Lover girl, Bab-a-licious Know still we are near. New strides with out fear. Those tears we will sear, care not if they leer. Stand proudly and clear, your knight is here. For you I do steer. If only you would hear. So give me your ear, we can stop the nightmare. Girly, Lover, Baby, Dear. Lady, Lover, Baby gone. You called me Uncle Tom; I threw an atom bomb. The peace and the calm; is where we are strong. We need not a bong, to know well the psalm. For as the others balm, we make love swell mom. For within our haulm, does play the shawm. Girly lover, my baby long. Baby Lover, Girly hash. We both can be so rash; this is why we do clash. Way to often in a flash, turn our love to bone ash. Then in grave we do thrash, for together we need no cash. So we know the value of our cache, when we give we grow our stash. For our harts is this lash, for you girl are a sash. Be my Love Baby Bash i.e. party Baby, Lover, Girly blue. Drink this truth I still brew, live the life of our coup. Reforming me from to screw, Is the taming of the shrew. Re-know the love we once knew, before the fait’s began to spew. Let faith be the hew; know trust went a skew. I know you love me that is you, we agree we must start a fresh renew. Know I love you is why I spew, my heart will always have room for you. Be my Love, the Lady true. Stunning Woman Lovely Hawk Know my words meant not to mock, from my words please take some stock. For too long we have heard just crock, but soon enough my love we will talk. Upon our door we shall knock, then my love our ship shall dock. A free new ground founded on rock, then to make music better then Bach. On pure green grass we shall walk, love and understand with no more crosstalk. Then pick paths I shall not block, for our health is what I stalk. Lover, friend; watch the clock and walk the walk.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 01:57:00 +0000
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