In the Heart of
the Mystical Rose

My soul is singing in the heart of the mystical Rose...
Light is rainbowing thru each dewdrop on your petals, Beloved...
The honeybee, in your nectar, sees the light's shimmering,
its iridescent glow, thru multi-faceted eyes...

In the heart of the mystical Rose, my soul feels
in touch with the eternities & the infinitudes...

Amidst the piquant transience of sundance thru dew,
a soul's passing song, the petals which must fall...
how is it i feel eternity seeping in...
& reflect upon infinity? How is it that the
mystical Rose carries meaning of the in-in-in
endlessly in depths of divinity?

i listen for the lilt of your magickal voice
to make golden my next memory...

i come to you in reverence & humility
-- but there is strength in me...
& longevity of devotion (none will love you longer...)

in our loving is the regeneration of both of us
and more... for how wisely widely can we love
the baring of our caring... in compassion...
in tender mercies...