Behind the doors
Of the labyrinth
Is the secret garden
Of iris and amaranth
Minotaur tended alone
With tears of sorrow
For the love denied
With the joy of beauty
The flowers brought
To the heart of gold
Basked in the hope
That one day love
Would find him anon.
I ride on the wings of the wind
Flying high o’er the mountains
Across the deep, vast oceans
Touching the lovely fluffy clouds
Breasting the pure sea breeze
In the soft sweet hues of sunset
Lingering in the dazzling twilight
And find my star shining bright.
It doesn’t mean anything,
It doesn’t mean anything at all;
For all left behind me is fleeting
And it will not make me fall.
It doesn’t mean much,
It doesn’t mean much at all;
For all left behind me is now out of touch
And it will not catch me once for all.
Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All these will evanesce.
Patience will harvest all things.
Your credo will obviate fears.
The courage to change scintillates.
My will glory in preservation.
My mind will take heed of any good suggestions
That are wise, thoughtful, honest, and sensible.
My sufferings will be granted compensations,
A reward, which will be priceless and noble.
My hopes are high, my yearnings are strong
while I breathe in my earthly life,
Paved with many a trajectory,
sailed on many an uncharted ocean.
Dum Spiro Spera.
