Dew From The Heavens

Jasmine of the wind, Saffron of the soil

Bright silver where the waters gather and fall

Whose remembrance strikes my chest at times, pretty much all

Astral visions strike my soul ablaze to wake from sleep smitten

To the Morning Breeze, for whom these songs are written

Whose perspiration is dew from the heavens

Raining underneath a golden glorious sheen

With flashes of roses, amethyst, and emerald green

All is ruled by God’s great plan

Safely hid from the eyes of man

Singing Across The Sea