In life’s wave of ebb and flow, there’s mountains high, and valley… Where eagles soar in endless skies… and natures wonders Grace our eyes… Flowers bloom on summers day,

Ever does the heartache, when in slumber it awakes, to hear the silence absence makes

Let me live my life of dreams; to rid this brow of furrow I’ll kick the dirt from parted sea… and throw away the sorrow The sun will rise on caps of water

O love within my hearts desire, you tangled neath brush and briar; to live below a world of bitter b… while my lips drip with lovers win… Now in chambers bed I weep,

Over the moon shines a beam, A resplendent heavenly light Within it’s hue I see my dreams, beyond the stars in yonder night One journey ends, another begins,

I saw a star past midnight Thought of you under moonlight Upon such things I dare to dream but tonight this I deem Forbidden as the fruits that grow,

I hear the rain over quieted hi… the sound of water on my mind be s… I remember life in bright colors p… O how I long for yesterday There in spring time flowers bloom…

I’ll n’er look into your eyes agai… but only in dreams enshrined, There by winters gate, where we drank forbidden wine You hold me in cabin light

O sins of secrets and smiling girt… you raked the dirt with your lies… You shadowed the mountains and bir… lighting the night with your painf… You impregnated my mind with fallo…

Breath of beauty, smell of myrr… For all my love it does stir That of which my heart awakes My lips of red softly quake Your touch be, as gentle spring

When I am nothing but a cloud… and my memory old as rust; you will see me standing on the sh… you’ll feel me in the winds that g… You’ll hear my voice at midnight,

I hear the melody of midnight, and the song of the whippoorwill I pray for you my sweet darling, as the silence of night stands sti… My tears flow an ebbing stream

O what love is this; that I am still so in love with th… Hath not the empty years passed; enough to set my heart free? O thou love by the undying sea,

Awaken, precious flower, For your buds are laved in dew Like beads upon your thorns, in the morning day of new For in your sweet essence,

Truths lie within the given book Gifted to all our souls be shook Lest slumbered eyes refuse to see, blind sightedness that lives in th… Rivers still flow into the streams