Crown of Life
The Island in September. On the isle a relentless wind comes-a life force. In search of undiscovered sound an unknown language and the royal doors of sweet breath in search of freshly created things. Swimming in the golden zone the bells of the forest rang in the mountains the grey ships rowed in where the rank of the white gardenias bloomed upon the shore the sapphire hour was brilliant the peasants here were noble and royal a poet played on an elvish harp in the key of love the spirit bears,snow lions,elk,unicorns and dolphins came in from the wild lands The song forbids victorious deeds to die to this no star be dark The world advanced....... Later the summer moon came up over the silver tips of the forest to listen more clearly and celebrate. What is this she said so fair and pleasing...........