Letters of Helen Lynn

Love blushes her cheeks

She sings in the dancing leaves

Golden leaves fall where she walks

And she speaks rainbows to me.

When roses wind among the rocks

Then yellow locks do mount and fall

As children grasp them, breaking free

Placing a kiss, where a rose does bloom.

She is as soft as gold

And diamonds curl upon her dress

She sings in silver breath

While roses grow in puddles

Where she walks.

Her kisses are blossoms of honey

To me who dwells

On thunder curling rocks

Where mountains speak in silence.

Softly o'er the soaring sea

She's blowing violets at me

Where rush the sky

From out her eye

In bed among the morning leaves.

Carved to shine among the cold

Seeking violets unfold

And burn their lips

Among the faint of night.

There within the silver scenery

Fallen golden on her locks

Sings a starlight fire magnet

Dancing lonely -- o'er the yore.

Curly o'er the wandering wave

Come quick, my love

Broken free, no more of chains

Breathe in dreams of me.

Now does magnetic fire sing of love

But points do talk of hate

And I do ask

When pregnant winter wills

Can good and ill exist in twain?

Her eyes bloom honey love

While mountain stars shine

Roses scream on her lips

Waiting to be kissed.

Her eyes are mountain stars

That shine on pools of water

She sings a rainbow song

Beneath the waterfall.

When music torn from me does pour

For love of yellow roses

When dancing petals tumult

On an ocean's wildest beach

Then I my song rekindle

With a mountain's falling music

Streamed.