D’Or Door Doriane
(‘Muse-doré extraordinaire’ plus adorable bébé, Clara, inspirée qui suivent)
Love’s Mirrored Dance
I have a dear friend, Doriane,
Who cuts my old, grey hair.
Whose Love’s such cheerful radiance
It pulls Love’s bold mirror.
So reflecting’s contagious then.
We others need to share
Our Soul’s neglected singing sent
To Be Love’s Song somewhere.
Then perhaps someday everywhere
The Heart Songs will pour out.
When we’re pure laughs like baby’s Care
Whose start Love’s feelings shout.
Like Clara born two days ago
To Hélène and father, Giles.
Why Caring’s warm, new-babies’ clothes?
Who sent friends’ Miracle?
A Miracle beyond precious
Somehow landed near here.
A Mirror-full Love’s Seeings blessed
Allows growing Love’s cheer.
A baby ‘Seen’ In every sense,
Her feeling’s that she’s ‘Known,’
Bakes Human Being ‘Sight’ Love sends.
She’s able to ‘See’ what’s shown.
A Lifetime in Love’s Mirrored Dance ‘s
Like plant in fertile soil.
Whose Light and every need’s enhanced;
Life can withstand all toil.
And become smiling, beaming friend
Who radiates Love Beams.
With wisdom’s child ‘Seen’ sees again
To make fate’s Circle Dreams.
With upward Spiraling Miracles
Become like Doriane
Giving Love forward mirrored so
Beginning is like End.
‘Seeing’ Baby’s Wisdom.
Clear Miracles: Human’s
Mirroring of Loved-one,
Dear Cared-for baby’s Sum.
Love’s Mirrored Dance
by Loveson G. Flower
2300 28 September 2023
home in bed
