Solomons Love

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
In the foggy mist of rain and dew point.
Folk music plays as a process of faith.
Waiting before the great forest of life.
A river stream separating the villages
of a rightous kingdom.Flowering dogwood
of hope and treasure found.Journeying
casting dreams upon meditation.Sealing
their stewardship like flightless birds.
Quickly and concisely eradicating ills
with sincerity.Superior cave dwellers
who above all do right