Lute And The Mystic Rose

Lute And The Mystic Rose

Katie and Joey Rosselle
Dedicated to Joey and Katie

You came to me! You came for me
Amidst the Mists of Uncertainty.
A vision adrift, wrapped up and kissed
by the moon, sea and stars and Azymyth.

Singing a Song of Endless Love.
My Lute Sings Songs of Love.

You came to me, You came for me
in the midnight hours of my agony.
When, then, I faltering, afraid and alone,
whispering my secrets to the dark unknown,
felt in the deepest depths of me,
my need and ache over taking me.

Heartbreak.
Heartbroken.

Drowning in broken dreams
promises shattered, stain glass window panes.
Scattered bits of the one time whole,
pieces of me, my very soul.
Cast up and blown unto the four winds,
lost within what was and what might have been.

Yes, you came to me, you came for me
in my darkest hour, to rescue me.

Colliding glass shards, kaleidoscopes, hues
awakened, gone, taken, up into the blue!
AS
I wavered and fell,
with but one yearning left
to believe, to believe with my very last breath.
I lay in my garden, once green, fresh and new
but now, seeming to wither, to wilt
and I with it too!
Buried my face into my hands
tears spilling down 'cross my fingers and hands.

Till I heard your song,
the song that was you.
I turned to the heavens looked up to the blue.
And there you were walking
through mists and veils
Singing your stories, telling me tales.
I Looked into the mirror which became Thy face.
Destiny found me and we embraced.

I saw all the pieces which once were me
gathered from the winds by the fingers of Thee.
And strumming your Lute, you set me free.
Thy eyes met mine and they filled me with thee.

I found myself in the song you sang
Xeranthium wept as you whispered her name.

Yes, you came for me, you came to me.
Amidst the Mists of Uncertainty!
Singing your Love song
Telling your tales,
painting me pictures o'er the mists and the veils.

Your arms reached out, surrounding me.
And I drank deep and long of thee.
Yes, I was found again in you!
No longer lost but of one with thee,
Thorn, Rose and Lute forever to be
Singing Our song into and through
the Mists
of the Waters Deep,
turquoise and blue!

March 5, 2000

By Lady LaMythica

Linda A. Copp

The composition you are listening to is David W. Folsom's "Mists On The Water" please visit his website to hear more of his incredible music!