She looked right through me
Could any please her sharp gaze?
When would sad eyes shine?
She looked right through me
Could any please her sharp gaze?
When would sad eyes shine?
Conflict has risen
Voices cry out to be heard
Defend your passion
The seed is planted
Youth believes it can become
almost anything
Lead with passion’s grace
Mastery of the fire
tempers rulership
The swords have fallen
Painful wounds from head to toe
Better luck next time
Called to sacred space
Light formed canopy rises
Our union is blessed
Sandbars at low tide
Summers spent in innocence
We drank of life’s joy
I didn’t want to know.
Separation hurts like hell
Still I go onward
Echoes from the past
Playing games…Remember when…?
Just the gold remains
He Perfects his art.
Realizing inner visions
he then manifests