Planting
(to all my Beloved Mates on this Path)
(02/05/01)
©Dalva Agne Lynch
(Soror A.'.B.'.)
It has come the time
To plant the seed
In the sacred temple of Me.
From the purity of my Self forever young
To a beguiling god, in love just sprung
From love disguised and hidden from sight
I ride, wild and naked at Moonlight.
I carry a rose on this ride to the Sun
A crimson rose, fifty petals minus one
Dancing naked and shoeless in extasy
In the sacred Temple of Me.
I now replant myself, in waiting
For the glorious final blossoming
Of the rose - fifty petals minus one...