Saiom Shriver

When God's green grows it's rarely in rows
Awry the rye rises .. unruly the rose.

When God's green grows it's rarely in rows
Awry the rye rises .. unruly the rose.

Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the read more

Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the sand
beneath your toes
and the seaweed
the sea's legacy?
watching the rise
oer the bay of the moon
and then ascent
of the Sun.. oer neptune?

A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of read more

A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal.

Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.

The dousing wand
The lightning rod
Conductor's baton
Will's aligned spine
They find the water,
invoke the lightning
attract the read more

The dousing wand
The lightning rod
Conductor's baton
Will's aligned spine
They find the water,
invoke the lightning
attract the music
and summon angels' aid.