Evocative Stories

Fair Rose of all seasons; Long enamored of you, The sun searches the daytime Then searches anew, Vainly hoping to snare you In his gossamer light. The stars in their towers All relish the sight Of your dark eyes gleaming And the glint of your smile. Forsaking the heavens, They sail for a while Close to a heart - all knowing, Close to a soul of flame, As the breezes caress you And the seas speak your name. But who knows yo...

I Morose and unkind, Unfeeling, unheeding, blind; The winds laugh and moan, Unknowing, unknown.II Hundreds of seashells, Some gathered from distant shores, Each one a treasure, A memento of the time I spent arm in arm with you.III A brown butterfly Rests itself upon my sleeve. For but a moment Two beings sit together As one, at peace with the world.IV In the heat of noon The mountains sleep silently, Fragrant and serene,B...

 Upon the rippling desert sands How silently she stands, How solemn, how lonely, how serene - As she has ever been. Daughter of the Sun’s distant youth, In beauty and in truth What peer has she among the fair – But then, what does she care? At evening, as the Sun declines, In warm and supple lines Of pale vermillion hue; A goddess is born anew, With all the subtleties of shade And countless colours made, The light will al...