Spring RevivalAmong the stormy cerulean sky,the taste of blossoms linger high.Pedals stain the depleted ground,awakening nature all around.Songs are carried in the breeze,the warmth of heaven's melodies."Gone is the era of numbing pain,now comes the season of blissful rain."
Spirited WatersIf the oceans could singabout deep eternal bliss,then I think they'd bringa sweet melody of this...a symphony of our lovethrough the thick and thin,a chorus from high abovethat joins our hearts within.We may be apart for now,but there's something morethat the universe holds true,a sentiment worth waiting for.So forget the pain my dear,for all the oceans still ringwith the hopeful harmonythat someday they might sing.
Festivals of LifeI remember those summer nightswhen we danced like mirthful angelsunder the clear, starry skiesthat expanded across the land.And the colors burned so brightlike an ancient tribal fire.Skirts swayed in the glory lightwith lipstick shades of red.And I could hear the wolves crylike a melody in the distance.The taste of mild salsa spicelingered forever on my tongue.And I will never forget those nightswhen the wild world around uswas nothing but a beautiful sightunder a lantern-lit ocean.
Pomegranate BlissR E M E M B E Rwhen the violet mooncascaded upon my face,and the shimmer ofmy midnight skinhad left your breathdisplaced.Indeed your soulwas caught on F I R E -was blazing just like mine,for the world withinour garden changed;'twas pomegranate-entwinedAnd with everysingle step we tookamong the cobbled path,the roses swayedand music playedfor love that'd surelyL A S T.And fountains sprangand new bells rangamid the castle shore,as time R E L A P S E Dand we fell backinto the springardor.
Vibrant FallAutumn memories stimulateunder a cardinal-colored tree,where the relentless windonce twisted my hair.The sound of church bellsalways encompassed me,as I sunk into my scarfto obstruct the bitter air.And as I read my books,tales of murder mysteries,I would begin to take inthe perplexing sights.And the satisfying tasteof home-cooked ravioliwould warm my stomachfrom the chill of the night.And although the fall timespeaks of an eerie scene,my train of thought stillconsistently turns back -To the memories restingunder that ravishing tree,where puzzles of the daywould slowly unpack.
A Subtle DanceDusk falls with burgundy tears,the glimmering of old chandeliers.Frost collides with mercury light,setting the scene of the night.Amour is expressed within a song,a ballad to move our bodies along.The sensation of a silken gowntwirls with the sonorous sound.A hint of perfection in your eyesembraces the world in gentle sighs,as fragments of ice melt into lace,and velvet roses slip into place.Another second of endless desireenvelops our hearts in silver fire.A winter solstice oh so blessed,a moment to never be repressed.