Flowers, sepals rolled tears dripping
Dew haze of the morning hours
Footsteps of the Seeker
Mark the Ancient graze lands
Walks he down the Aisle of slumber
Awake ! the twilight.....

The transcendental ocean of bliss
Nectar is the transfigured Brine
Tear drops of the Morning Dawn
Now Come To Anoint Thee

What shall I write to please You?
What can I?
What will I?
Words Not spoken Speak more than spoken words
Love knows no deaths nor births

It happens at a flash of a lightening second strike
What can I write?
What will I write?
What shall I write Again to please You?

Is not my Love enough to seize You

My Odes of joy & sorrow

Today ....the next day....the next day & tomorrow
What can I write?
I have written out my soul
It awaits upon the Dawn of your Arrival......

                                                     -Monalisa (Lines To Jim......-I       Awaiting The Dawn )


Lines From The Indian Summer

I love you the Best
Better than All the rest
That I meet in the summer
Indian Summer

I love you the Best
Better than All the rest
That I meet in the summer
Indian Summer........

An explosion of birds
Dawn
A young man reading pauses on the way to the garden....

                                     -Jim Morrison



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