sshhh...It happens...Soft words happen upon a distant shoresshhh...It happens... by Alchemy-Of-Sound
To travel as sunlight opens even more
the warmth connecting, embracing all who stand in communion
all who hear even though not to listen
the gold syllabels pour out
full of thoughts that gleam and glisten
and sparkle their triumphant way home
for one last voyage to your door
In this crazy old world
all i can offer is my sincerest art
hope that those soft words find an open heart
Roses are read?Would you throw caution to the windRoses are read? by Alchemy-Of-Sound
dear butterfly children?
And await the hurricane of what must be
when you spread your wings
in the garden of decay.
A white rose for each one who stood up
who said "you do not speak for me!"
What shall be if I just let you have your way?
What smells sweeter than the justice of time?
for youth taken, ever more regained
to suffer truth at all cost
and to gather ye rose buds while ye may...