We Shall Speak of The Moon…
And Seek The Stars,
We Shall Drink…
…Of the Cool Blue Water,
In Azure Skies
In a Dark, Desolate Land.
There… Where Father Sky
And We… Are One.
We’ll Watch the Sunsets,
And Laugh in the Wind…
…As Witch Craft, Wind Chimes and
Whippoorwills Watch Away the Tears...
…In an Island of Tempestuous Ghosts,
Where Shadows
Mend Lost Thoughts.
Where Meadow Flowers,
And Sun Drenched Daisies
Heal Ancient Wounds,
And Paint Pictures of Then.
There… Where Entertainment is Organic,
Enchantment is Authentic,
War…Lethargic,
And Wonder…Simple Logic.
My Wife, Mother Earth
Waits for Us at Every Pass.
A Smile as a Breeze,
A Gentle Kiss…
…Is Her Way…
…As a Cloud Passes By,
The Sullen Way Goes Away…And
Gives us Reason to Live, Live
On to That Better Place…
…To The Garden,
Where Once Flowers
Enticed and Disgraced,
And Now Endowed in Grace…
In Her Place...
© DRB 2009
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