JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
On the Wings of Dreams I'm flying free with a dreamer's dream, To a land without fear, darkness, and doubt; Where shadows and hauntings of all time and space, Are rainbows with colors that endlessly grace... happiness, hope, and all joys to embrace.
A land with no storms, without pouring rains, where changes abound and great comfort remains; Where all hate is replaced, all questions erased; Where new memories are shaped, with wonderous light... of romance and love, before out of sight; A dreamland of heaven without jaded thought, where butterflies are free, their colors uncaught; With milk oceans to see, fresh air to breathe; Countless flowers and trees, fragrancing the soft whispering breeze. No more webs of deceit, where lovers have fought; No battles of hopelessness, where all love is lost.
Maybe our dreams hold the land of our thoughts, Or maybe our hearts have learned lessons well taught. It is the stairway to heaven, this dreamland we seek... Hopefully for all is more than a peek... at a future end to the ultimate pain, of great loyalty and love... lost and estranged.
This dance of life I endlessly write, Is an end to the pain, and every soul's light. To a life fulfilled at the end of our time... to dream second chances for new love we can find. Here's to all of us ending our heavenly climb, With the company of romance and lovelight sublime.
