by Michael Stonecipher

Created on: February 07, 2009

Pale orchids sprout from black, black earth from seeds sown in the night.
Blue misted breezes moan as they caress her supple shape.
This Angel lay amongst the flowers in her gown so gently draped,
embellished through and through with diamonds woven into liquid lace.
Within each jewel a dream that once she dreamt.
Within her hand the musings of this eve,
she held up high to sip the sweet starlight

and moonbeams of enchanted night like mother's milk,
my bride in pearly white.
She gazed into this eye of dreams
and in it was a lonely man
whose head hung low into his hands
he cried into the crystal sands.
An ocean all his tears had made
and waves there beat like hearts upon the shore
for long lost love of distant stars he touched ever before.
She looked and kissed the dreaming stone
and whispered sweet with voice so soft
that warmed his body to the bone
and lifted up his soul aloft,
"What dreams are we that wish that we were real?
What fantasies we are in God's embrace.
When we are in the womb of dreams we feel,
and yet we are illusions given grace.
This test of time is whether God will pluck our ruby rose,
or let our petals fall to birthing earth.
This flesh is but our evening robes, our costume clothes,
a vase for us to prove our Beauty's worth.
So taste your tears and know you are alive.
Taste your tears and know you are in Love.
For in those tears is life's passion imbibed.
The lonely man who makes the moon his bride and stars his wives
must shine and make God's dream come true
as flowers of His field must do.
His dream of Love is born anew
each time I dream a dream of loving you."

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