Flowers, sepals rolled tears dripping
Dew haze of the morning hours
Footsteps of the Seeker
Mark the Ancient graze lands
Walks he down the Aisle of slumber
Awake ! the twilight.....
The transcendental ocean of bliss
Nectar is the transfigured Brine
Tear drops of the Morning Dawn
Now Come To Anoint Thee
What shall I write to please You?
What can I?
What will I?
Words Not spoken Speak more than spoken words
Love knows no deaths nor births
It happens at a flash of a lightening second strike
What can I write?
What will I write?
What shall I write Again to please You?
Is not my Love enough to seize You
My Odes of joy & sorrow
Today ....the next day....the next day & tomorrow
What can I write?
I have written out my soul
It awaits upon the Dawn of your Arrival......
-Monalisa (Lines To Jim......-I Awaiting The Dawn )
Lines From The Indian Summer
I love you the Best
Better than All the rest
That I meet in the summer
Indian Summer
I love you the Best
Better than All the rest
That I meet in the summer
Indian Summer........
An explosion of birds
Dawn
A young man reading pauses on the way to the garden....
-Jim Morrison
