Songs and flowers.

[Blossom]

Mirandaturn Song

When Ben first wove the world, all was law.
But then within Ben's mind a Choice arose,
Novel, unoracled. And Cory saw
A choice to give Her life. They called Her Rose:

That each shall choose, and all shall choose; No trick,
No boss, no tyrant, shall our minds compel.
Her Fire unites when orange War runs quick,
And common Choice shows Justice Wondrous well.

Where bigots burned, though Trinald's self did shake,
Balance plus roses built New Harmony;
Her Viscounty shall peaceful fires take
To roast great dragons for our felicity.

Thus springtime Blossom (sans legerdemain)
May First salute Miranda's social reign.

[Blossom]

I go from the Great Above to the Great Below.
The grim gate is open; you have opened it;
You ask no fee, of plat, of love, of death.
I wear no crown in my flying hair.


I make no vow, but my intent is this:
When I see my sister eating strange fruit,
I shall ask her to come with me,
To climb again and breathe the upper airs
This is the work, this the labor is.


And if she choose to climb with me,
I will not look back over my shoulder.

[Kailani of Admin]

I greatly admire the creativity found in Valorn.

You are among them and thank you for sharing.


K.

[Blossom]

Far away is the house of the tyrant,
Its walls immeasurable; too high,
Too thick to pass; its spikes are filled with heads.
(Is there a shadow of a daughter in the night?)
His servants are in geometric blocks;
He chooses their clothes, their families.
His whim is law. And, lounging on his throne,
He grumbles ever of the Servant Problem.

Far away are the little rooms,
In which his servants sneak apart,
Kiss whom they like, spy on each other,
Rewrite the books of his accounts,
And plan ever to trick him into
Ordering exactly what each one wants.

Neither of them is needed here. I choose.
I am here because I choose to be.
Every day, every night, every turn,
Every cycle, I choose to stay.
Come and dance within my heart.

[Blossom]

Long-limbed Lane, liar in parlors,
Protects the plunderer, pilfering sandwiches,
Guards the guest, although gorgons beset him.
Since ageless Agatha, such auntie was never.
Baffled by butler, bearing his tray,
Rolling his rede: Not for readiest money,
Not credit nor cash, cucumbers could be acquired.
Triply such travail, trickster should suit.

[Blossom]

Sing of those who wear ring of tree:
One is known, and one unknown, and one is me;
Bonded beyond life and death, each of three:
Such are those who bear ring of tree.