My Son

My rose, my love,
O' what a view I have,
from up above

As a rose has the sun,
feeding life to live,
son I share with you my love;
My only gift to give.

The harmonic sun impaled,
thrown across the sky;
Chariot down it’s pulled,
its light upon a sleeping rose does lie.

Peaceful sitting, O’ content,
beneath the sun’s protective rays.
My flawless love with you I share;
Gaze upon my sleeping child lies.

Sunlit tears compose,
landing gentle upon a rose.
My dancing tear, a joyful tear,
drops upon my sleeping son so near.

As you drift upon the song,
to where your secret thoughts you keep;
I pray you find my love,
in dreams painted while you sleep.

My rose, my love,
O’ the view I have,
from up above.

Summer Ode

Summer upon the horizon sighs,
admiring springtime’s perseverance.
The blue sky dances distant,
as the May clouds gaze their last.

Blossoms fallen dust the fields,
and like the April rain recedes.
The breathing wind its final act,
as summer’s breeze waits gentle in the wings.

The eastern torch slower dances,
its endless mural across the sky.
The west prepares its ancient cradle,
as the star laughs bright in colors bold.

O’ patient blooming summer,
your notes tug playful on my ears.
The whisper of your arrival echoes,
in the constant chatter of the leaves.