SILVER REFLECTIONS OF A WOMANS NATURE
As the moon reflects the sun,
Let my heart reflect thy light;
For in the mystery of the night, our Love does not die
but is renewed within the womb, of Loves eye strung on high;
Silver reflections of a woman's nature,
magical power of creative mysteries;
Her cycles encompass all moods and phases
Intuitive treasures of the psyche;
She is the egg and seed of the world
She is darkness as well as light;
She is home of souls of unborn and dead
Waiting for rebirth, to again take flight;
A grail of holy secrets,
Yet to be imagined, merging with infinity;
Liquid tide of emotion and depth
Ebs and flows with divine possibilities;
A romantic encounter of a moonlight sonata
drunken with the elixir of Life;
As the moon reflects the sun
Let my heart reflect Love's Light.
Composed by Karen P Mason 9th May 2009
Copyright to Karen P Mason 2009
Let my heart reflect thy light;
For in the mystery of the night, our Love does not die
but is renewed within the womb, of Loves eye strung on high;
Silver reflections of a woman's nature,
magical power of creative mysteries;
Her cycles encompass all moods and phases
Intuitive treasures of the psyche;
She is the egg and seed of the world
She is darkness as well as light;
She is home of souls of unborn and dead
Waiting for rebirth, to again take flight;
A grail of holy secrets,
Yet to be imagined, merging with infinity;
Liquid tide of emotion and depth
Ebs and flows with divine possibilities;
A romantic encounter of a moonlight sonata
drunken with the elixir of Life;
As the moon reflects the sun
Let my heart reflect Love's Light.
Composed by Karen P Mason 9th May 2009
Copyright to Karen P Mason 2009
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