A sleek, slender flower to jealousy unwinds
As a sweet, tender spirit softly holds the binds
And tears them open with the strenght of gentle chimes.
Gentleness carries power and force
That meanness overlooks so simply
On its quest to domination, stores
In the sublest way so dimly.
But even the dimmest star is seen from heaven
Or from the farthest reach of earth
So that softliness is felt from Monday to day seven,
And on that day I rest so quietly, unheard
Thinking of your spirit that roams my earth.
When we hold hands the connection sparks
And a flower tingles in a collective heart
But the small traces of love are just now growing
Within the shell of safety built for knowing
What is always up and what is down
Even when the feelings feel as perfect nouns
But the verb is distant in the meadows
While our spirits blend and never let go.
The emotions felt are just but simple
As the simplest of simple feelings
That simply roam within us both
And simply unwind to make us whole.
These gentle simple feelings
Are like a baby cradled in its mother
Which simple love will nurture
And nourish like a father.
I know, darling, I do not forget
There's a why to every how.
But there's a when and where for many things
And these things come so naturally
So that darkness never steps in sight
Having no business here by right
And why's and how's gain back their strength
To stomp their feet with courage and length.
There is no force but the natural
To the growing petals of a flower.
Logic's feet don't meddle there
And still gentleness is power
With a subtly flaming flare
And a taste that's sweet
Which never stings the tongue or seems sour.
When I ask what I am, or who I am
And what eternity means to me
I feel time cease to pass--
It slowly runs by me.
There is some comfort in knowing
That every day is a hint and sign
Explaining that the stars always align
From day to day, night and night.
As our souls meet again and separate
They become closer and stronger
In a gentle, subtle way that waits
And makes time not seem longer.
Its all so innocent and gentle
But don't mistake its strenght.
Weakness knows no place in a spirit's mantle,
And our souls deserve respect.
I'm walking gently towards the distance
My eyes are closed for a reason--
No need to see what you feel without resistance
And sense The Spirit of the New Season
Where all things grow in nature's assistance.
