Lullabies , fireflies drift amongst each lost kiss
Softest lasting ambrosia silhouettes dancing in apricot blueberry mist
Lost in forgotten arms embraced in magical golden light
I speak to you of such magical books, hidden in night
Soft pink roses will imbue you, each not wild
Where shall the magic begin ?, you asked child?
Come within, speak to fairy’s they will see, come away with me!
Aston fairy’s dance in violin clouds ridden high, Don’t be afraid child , it is smile!
I slumber whilst soft meadows fill with jasper light
Dawns kiss brings peacocks vibrant bright
Mystical tender touches in the nigh, unicorns soft sigh
Nymphs rise to folly in the oceans sight
Radiant azure moon clips stream anew
Statures high the gates of paradise wait, silvery blue
Wandering spirits lay to to stay
Enchantment scripts in this books say
Azure dips mother earths dress to dance
Aspirations , beauty , the Juliet’s Romance
Waking next to my faery soul
Endless seashores with twilight , song lullabies lull
Beyond the reaches of each mortality
Caressed in souls love,sweet kiss
Beauty gathered in fairy seeds
Treasured hidden angels deep
Softy illuminates my secret garden to keep
Come what may , to my winter lover , my heart Rose
Shall each breathe pristine in each prose
Whilst thou bring my breathes to meet?
All feathery vesper the azure guides
Sacred forever kiss, candy cane sweet
Take my hand, glowing in espied Rainbows
Scented with blueberry kiss, each holding each others auras glow
Baby so sweet,
Too sweet to repeat,
My child, my angel
With wings on her feet,
Ten little toes,
And two little eyes,
A smile so bright
With this you will fly.
Blessings and berries
blossoms and fairies
to me bring delight
music and light,
your colors of pen
so exquisite and then
bloom to perfection
with each new selection,
a Christmas Rose so lovely
so fragrant and holy
a petal like snow
wafts in repose.
Especially in Germany, the rose is an emblem of Christ. Legend has it that the one of the shepherd women, too poor to give a gift to the Christ child, was visited by an angel who caused the herb to appear and burst into bloom–the Christmas Rose. The woman then offered the rose to the infant Jesus.
The Christmas Rose (helleborus niger) is not actually a rose at all but a perennial herb with lobed leaves and a white five-petaled flower. Because it blooms in the middle of the winter, it is often called the Christmas Rose.
With an eye he saw
With vision he knew
Thousand points of light
He carried through
A flag of unity
Fluttering above
Patterns of peace soaring
On the winged bird of love.
A letter from the Poet S.K. Lindeman
My friend has a website called Sashiflag. I wrote that poem for her for the passing of a dear friend of hers. There is supposed to be a peace museum opening in London in June 2012 and they will have her flags of unity up there. In the summer of 2010 I looked out my window and saw all these lights.They were magical, tiny lights and I just stared and stared. Perhaps they were fireflies but they were enchanting. Immediately upon seeing it, I wrote that poem.
Oh, take me to the sithen,
with small key in hand,
take me to the dreamland.
Under hill and glen.
To Faerie, we must go,
poet, bard, and the like.
For tonight we dance under
Diana’s moon,
with the children of the light
Stumble it!
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