Will you gather flowers on Astons Isle of Love?
Hellenic heights shows the forever star,’tis magical above
Icelandic waters azure with captive auras
Relevant guardians watch over my soul
Will seek thy heart of true solace?
My heart calls he
I shall hear his tender words, vibrations
Jasmine fayes twilight, shall be eminent with his presence

Will I know his celeste whispered spoken words?
I shall feel each kindred touch
Embraced caressed light
Armored high,my proclaimed one,Prince
Yesterdays dreams carried my gentle spirit, ebbing near
Window edged with lace, each miracle love
At last dawns speak, my fayes journeys the shadows
Sing loves jubilance, flowering plumes

2010©Deborah Shepard Yelm USA

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