My eyes are fixed upon a shield,
the lofty linage, fairs,
with faultless dew, green carpet lies,
a new day, has just appeared,
Grand is then, thee entrance ..... gold,
warmth ...... the day of new,
Oh, should be, the graceful flower,
with nectar, sweet and true,
Cometh then, a satin cloud,
atop the height of morn,
blue then be, the shimmer seen,
a spur of day, reborn,
Leave a shroud, Oh Lady Peace,
to repose our sleepy soul,
arise us in the gust of wind,
before we get to old,
With vibrate strength, be then a picture,
truest to thee heart,
Today, the twines of vessel vines,
paint the finest parts,
All intact, the moment spurs,
to spout off misty dew,
My Lady Peace, you're always there,
when pagan's aren't true,
Where then, the bubble lies,
move the colors, so they blend,
Just emerged, a showy arch,
safe secure, a solid friend,
By spur of moment, a vibrate tenor,
reaching highest note,
A salute to ease thee eyes,
playing colors, of thee oath,
Thus spare, we stand, of weakened root,
upon one's shoulder limp,
though secure and safe, in day,
what proof has been, of nature mint,
Thus we spare, to lose this space,
born then of morning new,
Oh, Lady Peace, we tend to sag,
without the base of you,
Born then of only, soiled dust,
inside this picture, clean,
least we rise, to see the paint,
with visions, twice the scene,
Must then be day, when we arise,
of nature's worthy cause,
My Lady Peace, immaculate,
of elegance, we pause,
Of worthy nature, love abounds,
as we lie, inside the daze,
Have we then found ourselves alone,
inside the days, new rays,
Must we devote, the honest fair,
while fixed upon a shield,
To finally give a moments thought,
the umbrella, of our yield,
And so at best, our mind at ease,
refreshing our soul,
with your support, My Lady Peace,
you've given quite a show!
Copyright ©
Valerie_Pearson
... [
2002-09-18 16:52:01]
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