(Title taken from Sara Etgen-Baker)

In this little island before my house
I hear not a sound not even a mouse
muted trees of valor stand still in grace
I think I almost won the race

Tracks of history live here on this island
I recall the day you took me by the hand
nearer to forever I feel so content
no leaf is stirring inside this tent

A silent symphony plays on in my head
needling my heart like pliable soft thread    
In this little island before my house,
I hear not a sound not even a mouse.

A touch of grace upon the face of the earth is what she is, this  
Bacchus of sweet ecstasy that resides within us strong and true    
Cheek of the Gods, amulet of power she pulses through us with    
Dulcet lights ingratiating the mind and heart like a warrior of old
Echoes of past lives transgress silently as the pure essence of her  
Flashes before our eyes, suggesting that we strive to live a stoic life  
Garlands of gold precious as honey, ribbon through like the sun      
Heartbeats pulse with motion and it feels like a thousand butterflies
Immaterial part of our living experience she is often mistreated
Jam packed with survival moments rough as diamonds un-tumbled  
Karmic turns of the sacred wheel  she turns us around each time  
Love and love alone exists here, a litigating lioness, she owns a
Mothering instinct and a fathers protective incline, because
No other part of our bodies can do what she does,  she brings  
Oneness to that inner world, she thrives on meditative states
Pleasing the senses more thoroughly than any earthly pleasure can  
Queen of the night, she contains more light within than a Sirius star
Review her as you would review the latest good film you saw,  
Soulistic Beauty Of The Soul, ...that is what I'm talking about
Trust in the nature of all things that are good, no never quit for
Universal truths she will bring to you, if you search and find
Veer towards her light and bathe in her perfume dear one
Whilst God and the Angels rule the heavens, she rules you
Xebec sails flapping in the wind, remember to glide don't run  
You only get once chance to get it right my friend, so live life  
Zealously, in the face of adversity, ... use your soul power.  

Abecedarian Form :

Sepulchered inside a vaulted night so deep
the crow soars alone inside that ebon sky of yours
Center arched in space, heaven is filled with stars
an so your secret lies across orange-yellow meteors.
Encased inside a cold embrace,
                                  your imminent last sigh !

Irreversible as the hour, this cancer has taken a  leap
and the butterflies of summer, have all but gone away
Choral hymns of worship amazing Grace, ... foresight
how I long to keep you here, at least for one more day
within the cold embrace of death,
                                   your inevitable, goodbye !

I stand by the sea and watch the sky turn into a lovely shade of April blue.  I see big old trees dotting the edge of the horizon and a lovely red sunset.  I can only imagine who the man upstairs is and how he has managed to create such a beautiful landscape here on earth...  Let alone the heavens!
Oh my stars !!!
you don't belong in jars  
Father shines you from afar  
I scoop a bit of water in my hands then watch it clump the sand.  Drawing my knees up to my chest I lift my head to watch Selene, Goddess of the moon  raising a glassy white moon with her arms.  It is a natural moon, pouring out light onto a blessed hour of darkness, and so I give Him thanks and praise!        
Her dress, a gown of clouds
puffed up like a shroud
Misty colored, never loud
"If I could, I would fetch you the moon on a spoon." I say to the ether of His quiet.  Then as if by magic a streak of silver appears, mirroring the aging gray hair on my head.  What else in life can make you feel as good as when God's world suddenly melts inside of you? What else can claim your soul the way the stars and the moon do,  ... let alone the ocean view !
By: Mystic Rose

Say hello to June, come greet each floral scent that fills your hearts and noses  
it is time to put away your winter garbs & lose yourselves in leaves and roses

June, a month of gentle starts as the days get longer filled with golden light
we oft renew our  garden vows, planting seeds of joy wherever we go  

"Oh! Flowery Month of June, sing to us a song of hope & gentle care,  
as you lead us through the garden path of life with truth and dare...

With each rising bran new day comes the promise of a new tomorrow
help us embrace the moments that come to us without deep sorrow

Goodbye May Hello June, like those lovely strawberries I see grow in June,  
I am longing for serene enchanting nights, beneath your strawberry moon.

Allow me to live inside the essence of your light
let me be the fragrance of your Blessed Rose
Be the soft flicker that ignites my  Holy candle  
and help me to radiate compassion wherever I go

Bathe me  in your incensed love, permeate my being
assist me in my tenacity and kindly take me to    
the staying power of your Saving Grace.  
Annoint my mind and keep it always by your side

Amen !

Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses
weave every thorn I own around your open space
I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of
but I do own beauty and the scent of Rose Khalid  

Let me penetrate your senses with my wildish ways
cleaving shadows of your night, I will bring you day
I am not a flower to be cast aside just like the rest  
take good care of me and I will surely bloom in May

Let me be your muse's musk, powdery sweet like earth  
leaving trails of inspiration on your velvet book of love  
I am not a garden trinket nor your favorite rose my dear
talk to me as if  I were a prayer, written just for thee.

For I am no longer a prisoner of your poetry Dear One  
just a simple musk-filled muse, reaching for the Sun...

Hold the world in your hands
Feel the light pulse through your veins
Extinguish all worries
Ignite your third eye
Float up toward me
Dismember the earth
with your celestial thoughts.
Journey alongside me
when you are ready
dear light beings,
ascend !

Authors Quote: "Trust in His power" he said, I was lost like doubting Thomas
displaced in a moment of doubt and erased from all of certainty

Questions unanswered for so long plagued at my senses
if only I had a crystal ball, then I'd know for sure
Dreams that never had a chance skirt my dis-satisfaction
steam opened by the pressure of my two hopeless hands

"Trust in His power" he repeated while recanting the bible
if only I had Faith the size of a mustard seed then
I'd grow tall and secure just like the Sequoia tree  
on a snow packed mountain, soaked to the bone with TRUST

Years of not understanding the simple truths of Him
if only He hadn't picked a cankerous mole like me
"Everyone should be proud to be called son and daughter"
this is what he said, then He whispered, " Come to me !"

Spookaroo where are you he yells while standing at the window
his diaper is sagging and his witches hat is crooked and all askew

The ghostees are busy tonight preparing candy for the big kids
she says, and the sorcerers are chanting in the forest of doom

But when are the Spookaroos coming, I don't see a think out there
then he sticks a thump in his mouth and pops out his big blue eyes

They are flying in the sky my love checking out the little children
now let's put your costume on and shell out, remember no peeking

He walks bow legged to his room and parts the curtains just a wee
Hoping to catch their attention, he bangs at the window with a shoe

Spookaroo spookaroo where are you, I got gummy bears for you
the witch's costume waits on the bed, he catches a cold Achoo!

Mom lifts him up and runs to the den with a voice singing soft and low
" they're a comin a comin, and they love naked bellies my son "

Quick get your costume, hide your navel, the spookaroos are here
toeing, he runs with his hands in the air screaming, no fair no fair !  

Mystic Rose

Nestled deep within the feel and touch of home
this heart of love goes on a holiday
Like feathered birds in heaven when they roam
all thoughts of you arise, like birds of clay

Nestled deep within the soul I have no choice  
but flap these wings and lead you to my heart
Like  warblers in the sun with trilling voice
all thoughts of you sing sweet, it is an art

Nestled at the font of love the heart's own mind
is like a shelter of collective pasts
Like memories of old that can't go blind
all ardors of the heart seem to outlast

Unblinking as the sun that shines inside my heart
the heart and mind of you and I, will never part.

Mid February dreams amongst the winds of change
I am waiting for the season to relinquish its hold
like the frost on the  rooftops, the snow at my door
sooner or later will be no more...
I am watching the pine tree swaying in the cold sun
dipping its branches, courtesies of a winter's day
A piano plays softly in the background
as I sit here contented as a well fed cat
Mid February dreams amongst the winds of change

From my rocking chair, lavender fields remembered
sun born kisses with eyelet flashes of white linen
suntanned arms raised before a blue, blue ocean
airborne on a surfing board secured as an eagle
like a beach boy I flew, and who ever knew
She came to me like an August dream and
slipped her tiny hand in mine, we became one
like the summer stars in the sky when they bly
from my rocking chair lavender fields, I remember

Winter enclosures well aged in composure I sit to admire  
the view, amazed at how everything secretly, expires.