Mystic Rose Tribute

Mystic Rose Tribute @poetrysoup.com There is a land not far from here beneath a mystic moon. A woman outshines all the stars born of a mystic womb. The princess of all mystics resides there on that earth. Where saint's and angels gather in remembrance of her birth. Her heart once broken badly, no comfort could one give her. Tears fell from her gentle eyes became the mystic river. Tears that fell watered the ground the earth and trees and such. That whole world had flourished at the princess mystics touch. Broken hearts were mended, answers came that people seek. Hope and love inspired by the words that she would speak. Reaching out to other worlds in the quiet of the night. Teardrops stained the paper with the poetry she'd write. Keeping to the shadows be there only few that knows. The princess of the mystics has become the Mystic Rose. Edwin C Hofert