I stood and watched the gentle stream as it grew more turbulent it would seem
It wound its way through mounds of earth that caught its essence, caught its birth
It caught its current and made it run ever faster to towards the sun
After the splendor of an autumn day with the sun warming softly the golden hay
The smell of fires in distant trances gives way to love and fall romances
There comes that time of season when earth paints itself for a reason
A royal event to ponder
A regal occasion from which to wander
The smells of autumn entice me and fill my soul with a warm vision of yester morrow
A place in which I can stand, looking forward and to the back
Blending time with memory
And savoring the essences of future past
What do I see in the ether, what spells have I conjured from my life as teacher
Perhaps only snapshots of yesterday, today or tomorrow
And yet maybe a painting of eternity and sorrow
Once I walked on grass and clay but today I tread on pebbles of silver as they lay
And yet the streets of gold still hold me to my humble past
While exploring the magic future that has been cast
Yesterday I meet a golden boy who told me tales of wonder and joy
Ever filling my mind with splendorous light
While giving me sustenance and shinning through my long dark night
So what of the islands and what of the streams that divides our energies and gives us the seeds?
Their constant presence in our perfect world
Give credence and stature to our every word
So here's to the islands in the streams
And here's to their waters, here's to their dreams
May they forever exist to give us the energy of a lovers first kiss?
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