It dwells deep in the heart of the world,
The soul of the wood, the sea, the earth.
Close your eyes and you will feel,
Wondrous sensation warms with all mirth.
A sacred song, an elegant song of meadow
Serenades your soul into the midnight wile,
Darkness overtakes but do not fear the unknown,
True bliss awaits those unafraid to be wild.
What do you see? What do you feel?
Does the butterfly fairy grace you with a dance,
Lalunaluss only exists to those deemed worthy.
Hear the trees murmur a kindred moan,
Amongst their branches they will deliver you
Unto their garden home.
Breathe in the fresh and fragrant air,
Rosella's garden is one of color and wonder.
Endless petals sway to the wind's words,
The veiled Princess often gets lost in this world.
In the night, watch the skies,
Where stars collide and compose a collage all their own.
The late night dew a peaceful kiss from the tender rain
Blessing the garden with love that never wanes.
If we travel further, the world becomes much colder,
A chilling sigh escapes unto a crystal night.
Snow falls delicate and slowly, blankets of white.
Lifeless spaces span the imagination
But it is quite a beautiful peace of mind.
If you perk your ear, you will hear
The quiet nudges of bunnies hopping here and there.
Hold on to the balustrade, do not lose your step,
We shall continue onward, again.
The trees are talking, full of leaves of green,
Oh glorious Spring has come once more.
Hear the huffs of the old sitting horse,
As the idle chit chat of a dreamer, seeker
Tallies up adventure and voyage,
Along the patient Oaks bark and branch.
Dreams are priceless amongst the young,
Carved for the next ages to come,
Read of the journeys of sparky 21737 and aoeclaid,
Two legendaries among many tongues.
Shifting seasons, many tides
The world continues breathing life.
For now we must let their secrets lie,
Leave the peace of this world behind.
Thank you for humbling this simple
Angel of remorse.
Many come only to berate this Candle Witch,
Accuse of falsity and idle tricks.
But those who have no heart for peace,
My lovely world, they will not see.
I am nothing but a naked poet, delighting you
with things I wrote, secrets of this world untold.
A speaker of poems and bow ties loosely bound,
Revealing to those seeking nature's sound.
A dream does nothing but barrier the truth,
Distances you from touching ripened fruit.
A kiss of our Mother's deep favor,
I bless onto your splendid hue.
Hoping to travel the depths of my kin
You will return someday,
Won't you?