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that seasons change in times of love

is powerful and true.

what’s gentle breeze across my lips

blows hurricane to you.

in spring the rain can cleanse the soul

and make the world renew

but tears of sorrow flood the land

and salt the morning dew

the summer sun warms every place

and makes the spir’t rejoice

but summer’s heat in dusty days

can parch the gentle voice

in fall the crops are gathered up

and leaves take vibrant hue

but when the leaves begin to fall

what will naked nature do

the winter wind is cold and chills

and frightens every part

but what can break that demon’s spell

like fire in love-stoked heart

and so with every yin and yang

in ebb and flow find peace

for when the seasons cease to change

the journey was the key

Can I suppose a million things,

And dare to dream of heartfelt dreams,

Conjured thoughts of love and life,

Building castles in the sky?

For this is love to big for Earth.

It soars and flies and will not perch.

Where else but on a cloud to live,

Where billowed pillows respite give?

Then off again on angel’s wings,

Dance to songs played on heart strings.

Soaring, reaching every high,

Two loves entwine, and two souls sigh,

Content to in the moment live,

Eternal in the love they give,

Finally finding Love’s lost lift,

Finally sharing Life’s greatest gift.

Into the deepest waters dive,

Knowing that we will survive,

Rough winds, tossed seas rage and scream,

But distant like some airy dream.

Not in the dream of life we know,

For with a kiss you calm the boat.

The storms they can not penetrate,

The steadfast fort that love creates,

A base from where the battle’s fought,

A place to grow what God hath wrought,

A fertile land where hopes come true,

Where in a field lie I and you,

And smell the flower’s potent ply,

And for to rest we close our eyes.

And what can wake us from the spell?

No power on Earth nor none in Hell.

That leaving Heav’n we’re sure to win.

For where else did this Love begin?

Who touched your lips? Who touched my heart?

Who gave us inauspicious start?

But oh, what planted acorns plan,

Could grow a tree the size of man

And woman’s love to vast to grasp?

If you were breath then I would gasp,

And try to swallow ever more,

Inhaling ‘til my lungs were sore.

And so I hold you as we lie.

You must forgive me if I cry.

For you have solved the riddle giv’n,

The reason I was born to live.

To love you, kiss you, hold you tight,

From now until we both shall die.

And until then, all I will do,

Each breath, each act scream, “I love you!”

So softly angel fall to sleep,

Then wake with me and live our dream.

When the raindrops slide slowly down your cheek, I am there

When you see the sun, rising on the ocean waters, I am there

When the solemn moon shines all about you, I am there.

When even you may come to lose your faith, I am there

The cool wind knows my aspect.

The sunshine knows my heart.

The waves that on the oceans roll

have seen my inmost parts.

But rams can rest in mountain caves.

As eagles nest in trees.

The hermit crab can take a shell,

But there’s no place for me.

And so I sing life’s bittersweet song,

Of sorrow and of strife.

I play my role; Yes I am here!

As long as I have life.

So see me in the starlight,

Hear me in a song.

And when I can here roam no more,

Only please dream on.

I give my heart, I dance for you,

But wonder, what for me?

And fear that I will yet play on,

Until eternity.

Why don’t I feel the soft rain?

Why sense I not the breeze?

It does not cool and calm my soul,

It only stirs the trees.