Monday, 31 August 2009

From the Last Rose of Summer

'From Clover Comes Gold' From Colour Contrast Continuity

Summer flees on the wings of the last swallow,
With the grace of an acrobat that flies through the air,
Taking memories of warmth that I would follow,
And every thought from sunshine that I should share,
Time releases the moment that holds the store,
Of one season lived where only the brave dare,
Dance to the music always seeking more,
To provide for the future within nature’s law.

'As Seasons Roll By' From Colour Contrast Continuity

As the seasons pass so time writes a song,
So each will remember its’ lasting role,
When all seems lost, the place they belong
Within the earth and her living soul,
Will capture the magic of the moment they gave,
And holding it close, sigh, and then pay the toll,
As fortune rides upon the crest of the wave,
So we may learn to love and the future save.

'The Last Rose of Summer' From Colour Contrast Continuity
Listen to the wind as it sings a song for every season,
Hear the sound of music as it holds time in place,
Sing the words your mind creates for a reason,
Weave your way through life and leave only lace,
Look beyond the horizon where time is yet to be,
Where the future will judge winners of the final race,
As only the blind when cured will ever see,
There was no difference between you and me.

1 comment:

Rose~* said...

My tea roses blossomed again this summer (for the second time), and I was going to take a photo, but didn't. Yours is truly beautiful.