She's shorn of beauty fair.

How her delicate head yields

to the elements out there.

She blossoms for a time....

a time and yet, who knows:

For what time is,

one can only suppose.

The gentle gem of Earth,

has fulfilled her purpose true.

Frail beauty of this realm,

partaken of by few.

Wherefore in her season,

she lyeth in cold dust;

corruption of petal...leaf,

in earth with its rust.

Only to resurrect with

new life in the Spring.

Speaking of sublime rebirth,

she sings and she sings.

The eloquent moment

is again at hand.

As her purpose is to grow

as Fairest in the land.

Drops of dew yet glisten....

on this pristine sight, as

once again, this fragile flower

like a leaf on a breeze,

a feather drifting down.

Life is tender~~~

like a gentle kiss,

a wisp of hair

against the cheek.

Life is delicate~~~

with fine and tiny lines

defining sweetness

and light.

Life is in the moment~~~

savoring Now,

doing it...just Doing it.

So we live in the Now~~~

with fragility, tenderly

and delicately~~

handling life carefully,

ever~~

so

carefully.

~By Princess Sky~

Province of Wild Rose

knew not the rough waves of the sea,

nor what her fate was meant to be.....

Thrust from her safe, protective shell...

as fierce, deep water storms did swell:

forces that churning did bury her glow

in the dark sea's bed where none e'er go.

The days there were so very long.

Her life should have been a lilting song.

A fisherman, though, one day came.

He found that pearl...gave her his name.

On jewelry now she has her place.

She shines, has luster....Dark? No trace.

This pearl now glows with beauty rare:

Glory forever, soft and fair.

I've come to the end of my rainbow.

What's waiting there for me?

A knight in polished armor,

Who rides upon the sea.

He carries a bouquet of flowers,

And lifts me up to ride.

The horse we're on goes prancing

In the water deep and wide.

The horse and we, in the water,

Go merrily on our way,

To a castle in the clouds above,

Toward a bright and shimmering day.

There are no tears for us there,

No suffering, and no pain.

Joy is now completely ours,

And there is much to gain.

The rainbow's end for us, you see,

Is the beginning of joy, and of bliss.

For my knight and his lady, me,

A castle 'cross the moat

beckons to my heart.

She speaks of rooms of stone:

Wants me to be a part.

From history she calls me,

Whisp'ring of her past.

A castle by the moat

Holds me safe within her grasp.

The castle o'er the moat,

Stately and with grace,

Shows me that I've found

From TRANQUILLUS

Please join me in the shedding of tears

O Candle, with thy wax.

As violin in music does lament the longing of love ~

Waiting for heart's enthronement,

The sip of wine to numb the heart's appeal

As misty eyes gaze into candle flame ~

Wondering ~~~ Beseeching.

Infinite light of lights who dims the candle flame,

Is this the twilight of a great love or the dawn

Of beautiful one renewed with clasp of

Hands and lips pressed into flame?

May the circle never end.

O Candle, take over these tears for me,

As incense rises to God's throne ~

A broken heart God surely won't despise.

Truly, sacrificial love is honored, and

On this earth ~ can any less endure?

For out of pain (and pain alone) comes

increase and joy in realms of heart and soul.

Yes, risk and accept the consequences of love,

For no risk has its price too.

So go forth into light magnificent

Knowing great love will see you through ~