Idyllic loves’ creation is
imagined lilac groves. Air
enchanting havens of
scented flowers lifting to
the Harvest moon.
This world we may not enter
‘til this sweet and bitter
earthen road is ended.
Yet, we may store good efforts seed
do right as God’s creators
unbending onward to the Light.
Holding to heart loves first vow
that we unseasoned Spirit’s shall
by all intentions be
tried and tested and found well.
Do not forget amid the noise
such innocence as brought you here.
Times ravages are illusion now
look you to the candle’s constant flame
an eternal invocation to your name;
gateway to the Lilac groves
where the budding seeds of earthly toil
meet the fragrant airs of Heaven.
Mine Quick Voice of Aquarius 