Saiom Shriver

Violent can be sound and light
in waking us from sleep of night.
Gently comes the dawn's twilight
Each step read more

Violent can be sound and light
in waking us from sleep of night.
Gently comes the dawn's twilight
Each step taken oh so slight.

Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
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Busy bees chased
the bloom chaste
Though
they crawled on her
clothes
her petals unfolded
and those held close
still ever faithful
to the sun
is the everpure rose
Whether her hue
is violet or rose
Whether she grows
in freedom or rows
ever to God
in waves arose
the love perfume
from the heart of the rose.

The ice does not in pain scream
when in the sun he melts into stream
nor does he in pain read more

The ice does not in pain scream
when in the sun he melts into stream
nor does he in pain scream
when he higher climbs into spiraling steam.

The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.

The tide sent into
the cleft of rock Neptune's
polyfingered hand of
welcome.

You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover.
You are the bloom, the
bee, the OerHoverer.
You are read more

You are the nectar, the hummingbird, the clover.
You are the bloom, the
bee, the OerHoverer.
You are the child, the bond and the mother.
You
are the Love, the Beloved, the Lover.
(to our mother).