Mornings mountain performances,
Gentle essence of love,
Dreams dancing with sun’s warmth
Graced upon your neck,
Spring love laid bare,
with sweet whispers,
among vibrant winds.
Clothe me in your body’s gown,
Raise my spirit to heaven’s crown,
Through the years of solitude,
I watched the seasons change their moods.
High in the leaves of the old oak tree,
A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.
My restless spirit fills the air,
The mountain’s presence everywhere,
I lift my hands wearing nature’s somber dress,
Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.
There is no pain or tears tonight,
As I lay in peaceful sleep once more,
Beneath the sky’s restful spell foretold,
And wait the sun’s waking rise,
And by her side is morning’s fire,
I will clothe you in my love’s attire.
The night is nigh with parting day,
Winds blow slowly over land,
As I plod homeward on my weary way,
And sunset dips behind the man,
Far from the maddening crowds and stressful life,
The pleasing anxious night is nigh,
Leaving arms of warmth this blissful day,
A kindred spirit shall be my mate,
Let me see him at daylight’s break,
And while the sun sets on my lawn,
And as the brook babbles near my ear,
My love will erase all my fear,
Gentle hands stroke my hair,
Heart of strength press me close,
The more he gave, the less I spoke,
A slumberous sound and loving dreams,
I welcome night and the silent breeze,
The night is nigh, and I am pleased.
Beneath the shade of an old oak tree,
there sat an old woman
humming and singing
an unfamiliar song,
with sounds so sweet
and words not long.
Her white sun-kissed hair
blowing like a running mare
on the tails of the wind,
and her tan leathery skin,
draped with a dress
vibrant in colors
and apparently unpressed.
A spell she cast on me
as I sat near,
how lovely, how serene,
with smells of sweet flowers
awakening in the spring.
A warmth filled my soul
as I closed my eyes,
how peaceful was the
never-ending blue sky.
I could stay there for hours,
no time was addressed,
I had no where to be
I needed the rest.
Look deep within me, where colors rest;
Silent loveliness of maiden white tulips,
Yellow velvet roses glide across my memories,
The blue bird sings a blissful tune,
Young desires of games in adventure still plainspoken,
Red wild flames persist to cultivate my longings,
Faith’s triumphs brought unsullied tomorrows,
I carry the warmth of a seasoned heart,
A teller of new courage, my muse, my poet;
I gaze transversely the valley green,
What need is there for such expression
When eyes behold God’s finest daybreak?
Blue and crimson sky alongside morning’s dew drops,
Raises her golden arms to earth’s realms,
Her brown earthy incense filling my nostrils,
Leaves on trees beholding shades of green,
Gilded silence of the glistening snow-covered mountain peaks,
Turquoise lakes sparkling in tranquility,
Colors deep within me…
The wind of life blows through me,
At times- it whispers,
At times- it wails;
Allow my soul to be a reed,
And sing a song that never fails,
Wordless singing is clearly true,
Either wailing wind
Or skies of blue;
Give me joyous musings,
If you please,
While in the distant church bells ring,
Birds dispersing magnolia seeds
Along tree- covered silent streets;
And, as sunset wraps herself in dress of gold,
Emotions fade like falling stars,
Streaming past heavens wide and far,
Swiftly subtracting wounding words,
Allow my soul to sing a song.