Rising up out of the frosted landscape
Flora rises
Greeting all with a song of blooming joy.
Pink ecstasies echo in our dreams
As light burst through the gloom and burns desire in to our souls.
She dances drinking in the honeysuckle
And singing with harmony
Beckoning to all who stop to gaze at the green.
From her lair she rises up and and youth transcends as
She enters into the beautiful fresh air.
Flora rising.
Strange roses burn in blood
As she sups on the month of May
And makes us writhe in a blissful contortion.
Crying out in shameless love
What dreams are these?
What fertile statues beckon?
Nymphs dancing under the dewy sky
As stars flood in to day
An burn our darkest nights in to the time to live.
A drop of blood is all that is needed to start the birthing process
When out pushes the first buds of sensuality
And the cold pinnacles of our hatred fall lost once again
For here in our sweetened stance we sway in to the night
And pray once again for the musky scent of wine.
