The Mystical Rose

For my mother with love In the garden of the golden flower dancing in the flame the Sun pours it's shining shower upon the bust of Phanes The pipes of Pan's sweet song lingers in the breeze then echoes through the sylvan trail along the ponds and clinging reeds Venus wears her violet slippers and smiles at Cupid's darts as he aims his golden arrows and claims all lovers' hearts The soul revealed in the moonlit hours can only be true to itself when shadows dance upon the mystical flower mirrored as thoughts impart Then I picked the fruit of the golden bough and escaped on gosssamer wings to join the Phantom in the sky and hear sweet nature sing.