Poetry

Brave light flickering in the gale,A pink candle in violet robes,The night that your tiny flame assails,Holds gently the spinning globes.She is the Mother giving birth,Wet nurse of sleep and sparkling dreams,Flashes of lightening kiss the EarthAnd blush the dawn with golden rising beams.The sputtering stars wink and fade,Haughty comets flash their tailsBut their light is a masquerade,Which vainly lights the sky, then fails.But for the gentle lamplight of your...

Blue Lily I have listened to the melody Trying to find its source, Somewhere deep inside of me, Within my heart of course.  The trail wound crooked turns To places I had never been, The notes were trees and ferns In a land untouched by men,  Where blooming in the moonlit night A certain flower grew, Upon a pool of silvery light, A lily with petals blue,  Open to the...

Brave light flickering in the gale,A pink candle in violet robes,The night that your tiny flame assails,Holds gently the spinning globes.She is the Mother giving birth,Wet nurse of sleep and sparkling dreams,Flashes of lightening kiss the EarthAnd blush the dawn with golden rising beams.The sputtering stars wink and fade,Haughty comets flash their tailsBut their light is a masquerade,Which vainly lights the sky, then fails.But for the gentle lamplight of your...

Brave light flickering in the gale,A pink candle in violet robes,The night that your tiny flame assails,Holds gently the spinning globes.She is the Mother giving birth,Wet nurse of sleep and sparkling dreams,Flashes of lightening kiss the EarthAnd blush the dawn with golden rising beams.The sputtering stars wink and fade,Haughty comets flash their tailsBut their light is a masquerade,Which vainly lights the sky, then fails.But for the gentle lamplight of your...