We sat in lamp-light watched the stars come out, at the twilight hour we made our vows. We spoke of pleasantries and finer things, and in the darkness our breath had wings. We harnessed the moment of grateful times, while guinea fowls sang of life sublime…
To Natalie, The fragrance of wildflowers on the breeze, the promise of spring puts me at ease… A remembrance of love is all that I need, to recall the grace of Natalie… Down in the garden where nobody goes, I feel the presence of a divine overflow, among the colors that quietly grow, I’m held in the aura of a constant glow…
Whenever I see these flowers appear I think of Natalie…
“What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me?” – John Lennon, Paul McCartney
Maybe sometimes we just become out of tune, like a guitar that has lain too long and not been played.
All we need is a maestro’s touch to fine-tune our life, to relearn the harmony of all things, to play again in higher octaves of love, and allow sounds of joy to adjust our pitch.
Then we will know by heart the song of our soul, and remember the beauty of light within us…
“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Emerson’s Essays
you sent me joy, you gave me flowers, I sat and glowed for hours and hours…
displays in crimson, gold and verdant green, you made a garland I was like a fairy queen…
in marshy hideouts, you confessed abiding love, bathed in sunlight showered from above… and on bright verges where blossoms lovingly grow, you charmed me easily with a radiant show…
light touched me softly in quiet and gentle shades I sensed kindness and a blushing serenade…
as I entered the holiest of holy grounds, in grace and beauty I was mercifully found…