The Rose Never Fades

The Rose Never Fades.

By Mark Stearn.

Divine feminine moves through me,
The Fleur De Lis is the emblem that fires my heart,
she is emblazoned on my soul’s canvas,
as my queen who has not forgotten herself.

With memories of other times,
times hard forgotten,
humanity were not ready
but you were.

Here I am, will you take me?
will we have a secret wedding where our vows
are the deepest wishes of our true hearts?
and are the words of verses we have always
held dearest to our hearts,
because they always contained the truth,
that we have forever been at the other end
of a connection that has been written since the beginning.

Or do we write our own vows?
that we have always known are the secret and
fondest remembrances of the touch of each other’s presence in our consciousness as we have played our parts in this life,
and honored the play,
we reunite once more,
once more love is the flavor of the hour
that is forever of our making.

We sit under the tall tree at midnight by our lake,
just emerged from our swim in the fading dusk’s embrace,
we play in innocence, consult the stars,
laugh at the mysteries of the universe,
play at creating creation anew,
and all the time knowing,
that we have never forgotten each other.

We drink from the one cup,
the silver chalice or goblet,
dining as one, creating as one,
honoring creation,
two halves of a match,
made long ago according to our will in the heavens,
that has forever united a nation
and of course all of creation.

We gather by the lake in the sunset,
remembering what we have never forgotten,
that we would mirror each other no matter what,
our consciousness would meet at the high points of this life just as they would at the low,
and we would remember the promise we made in the beginning.

The promise made to wed in the moment of realignment
of a dream so long in the making,
weaving our spells of innocence,
where we touch a new frontier
which has forever been of our making,
only we could know this,
for we laid down the plan so well in the beginning.

Thoughts align,
creation breathes through our tired bodies,
never again would be asked to hold the cup of the covenant
for so many,
our memories speak well,
they do not lie,
times woven in our soul tapestry,
secrets we know well of vows taken long ago,
will we honor them now and return to the golden city?

I die a thousand times a day for we are aligned
in that perfect spell of consciousness
that only we could have dreamed of,
to have forfeited all else in this world
but for just one more taste of each other
as we have done so many times before,
we are reborn
and the spell returns together once more.

I am you,
You are me,
in the times of the lateness of the hour of the day,
over our cup of coffee under the stars,
we are gently reminded of this,
we remind each other and interface,
our hearts jump, align,
joy is our root,
we have never forgotten the promise,
now a new day,
is forever ours for the making.

I love you.

29th July, 2007.

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