Drifting in my thoughts.
The dancing glow of a candle soft flame,
Incense of mystical passion lingers in the air.
Beautiful sounds fill the air around me.
We are here as one,
of wanting...
not of flesh,
but of spirit true
Rarerose~

There’s a flower behind a wall
I caught a glimpse of it one day
It’s bright, it’s pretty and smiles
When the sun shine it’s way
Brick by brick the wall went up
To protect the other side
Inch by inch the flower grew
To reach the sun in stride
Now the flower behind the wall
Is no more in bloom
The wall grew great to block the sun
The flower lives in gloom
The flower behind the wall
Is desperate to reach the sun
It’s daily struggle to open up
Seems just can’t be won
So brick by brick the wall comes down
To meet the beck and call
And return the shining sun
To the flower behind the wall