Surrenders All

Soar new beautiful wings Remind in honor all passings Legends hold stories and myth Each word is a symbol of magic Life follows Souls To Truth and Trust Light Touches Love And Surrenders All (upbeat) In gazing upon the star of red and blue, a triangle between the emerald raises a cloud to spin, gathering force faded images fall, from the hurricane eye upon the single crown Blessing songs, recant by minstrels to then tell stories, of the wisdom and treasures so deep and unknown, to all of the cities where there is a cave, open for only your visit Kingdoms within and under the roads, never known by the story ancient and old, before the mystery was beheld by the tellers, once told to the traveler, merchant and fool Words in passages in rhymes and riddles, myths before time and legends recalled, dreamers imagine walking through mansions, in dimensions before and after this life Old drawing cast in ancient imagery, cold lines straight lean and curve right, placed to force the eye to see the center, where the beings are looking backward in time Mixture blue potions of thyme and frankincense, where myrrh and clove favor the rose and hyacinth, my goddess breathes words into effervescence, and I believe Held wooden carved case engraved, carry silver golden amulets brought by the prince, the King forgot seeing seven and seven with eleven diamonds on hands lifting Lying upon the velvet blankets, purple royal soft plush and full, falling through the underworlds, before given promises are thoughtful, eternal feelings treasured Clock ticking, listening echos resound off marble tiles, sharing mysteries of the forbidden lore, red blood rushes through hearts, and white light fills the amber violet sky Afterglow sheds the skin of day, where blinding radiance feathers in darkness, in the deep's unknown guise, while the chariot rides over the winds, chasing the arrow Red Comet's tail flies through great bear's domain, shining gates square the noble house, to cross the threshold with outstretched golden wings, and point to the west Tall oak trees and wild mushrooms abound, when the moon is orange full and round, then cast the sticks out to fortune's fable, where each crossing teaches a symbol Sacred and profane arts practiced by prophets, priced in bullion of treasured captured allotments, by tall flowing sails over aqua waves, of warm seas and breezes Perched in solitude, a huntress eyes a prey, following a secluded trail, no shadow before the flight seen, where the hunted heart steps softly through fallen leaves Aisles crisscross the sheltered realm, of nature's proud land growing terrain, sculptured by wind and rain, clouds step through mountain canyons with falling mist Setting sun lays upon the widening ocean, amidst the waves flowing in constant motion, flying sea gulls taste the freshness, while fish swim in schools of oneness