Sapphire

Written by: Rick Parise

Whence dost this joy birth, hence with indecision for flourishing flower of prisms shine _ To find thy love, lost in heavenly gaze upon mountains gracious zenith I rest with my fare maiden of promise Dost not your spirit find curiosity fain grasp my hand to follow I reach in enchanted sunlight thither under bough's redolent breeze in silence, a song of nature begins to play _ Whence dost this joy birth, hence with indecision for flourishing flower of prisms shine, wherefore must I question