For my mother with love
In the garden of the golden flower
dancing in the flame
the Sun pours it's shining shower
upon the bust of Phanes
The pipes of Pan's sweet song lingers
in the breeze
then echoes through the sylvan trail
along the ponds and clinging reeds
Venus wears her violet slippers
and smiles at Cupid's darts
as he aims his golden arrows
and claims all lovers' hearts
The soul revealed in the moonlit hours
can only be true to itself
when shadows dance upon the mystical flower
mirrored as thoughts impart
Then I picked the fruit of the golden bough
and escaped on gosssamer wings
to join the Phantom in the sky
and hear sweet nature sing.
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mystical-rose/
