Pink is the colour of my naked heart
that I hold out to you
Green is the corresponding chakra
vibrating with love
Soft are the petals we held close
knowing a depth; true
Gentle are the urgings of Angels
to hold ever close
Stormy are the seas of many
as tales of the rose
Rising hight to melt waves
anchoring new strength
Falling with beat of distant
roar of humbled those
Filling a world with wonder
light of endless length ....
Some of us ... never die.
Grateful to be alive. Rising with Mother
Nature. Sleeping upon stars. Our dreams
are our only beds. Emptying our silly heads.
Gathering our hearts upon our sleeves
No matter how stained and in great disarray.
Our is the army of soul-spent soldiers, many.
Upon gilded wings; effortlessly to fly!
These pretty posies .. were captured, this
weekend, upon a sea of peace and calm ...
Wearing a wounded warrior's flag of many
magical colours. Love; my soothing balm!