Roses catch rays of sunlight in their red gaze,
While a butterfly flutters by. Forget the butterfly.
A blue jay descends on a ray, its wings ablaze,
Throwing shimmering rays the way of the rose,
And they play sun ray tennis,
Bluebells, and sunflowers too are in that place,
As the blue jay sings its song you'd hate to hear
On a cold morning as dawn gently tickles your face,
Half dreaming, half feeling your lover's arm
Not too heavy, just cozy right,
Singing lyrics that lull you out of sleep to haste
The day away with chores, leaving the heartbeat
Behind, and longing to return as the sun kisses the waves.
I'm watching sun ray tennis between the blue jay
And the rose, thinking about Love.
You know, the Love that made the world and the days,
Chose a people, and a cross, and who just Is.
Yes. He said it Himself as Moses captured the phrase:
"I am who is". He doesn't last, He just is,
Like eyes locked in romantic embrace.
Watching the blue jay, butterfly, rose and sun rays,
Dancing their love around the halo they create,
Bathed in the majesty of nature's ultimate masterpiece,
I wish that all our love, all your love doesn't last,
But rather, may this love always be.