Indelibly

Incredibly soft.

Yes that’s how I know

Your lips, your hair.

Indelibly graceful

You, as you pass by

Mere feet away

Stunningly simple

Earth tones suit you well

From the sweater to scarf

Suspiciously quiet

In the middle of the dim

You’re the eye of my heart

Purely joyful

Pull up a chair and rest

Smile and raise a glass

With me.

By Dave Schipper © 2013 Rose Riversongs

Fashion becomes you....

There stands a vegetarian beauty

Dreadlocks and tenuous stature

I just wonder what’s her story

What came first, genes or nature?

Dress her in an Edwardian gown,

And she becomes a PBS star.

Her eyes are the deepest brown

While moving with free grace

Dress her in a wild orange paisley

And you have Colleen Corby

Just 21 and in the summer of love

While looking so adorable

There stands a confident girl

She can smile fully aware

That she can write her own story

And take whoever she’s dares.

Originally published March 21, 2012... but I thought it was to hard to read....

Lady Mary & Matthew (Season TWO)

Lonely the flower the blooms first in spring
Lonely the lady with no wedding ring
Stately she stands in gown so devine
Gently she weeps for him night after night

Mary’s a vision and he loves her dear
Pride and misfortunate has kept him from her
Fills with delight as he sees her each time
When will they be one he says in his mind

Humbly the servant prepares her to dine
Glances and pauses reveal her disguise
Matthew is coming; she’s brimming inside
Stoically she moves showing only her pride.

Precise the setting, and superb the wine.
Nothing compared to Mary at his side
Polite the manners, and coyly she smiles
Warming the eve in this cool British Isle.

The ballroom is empty; they stand face to face
He says it’s time to love and the past to erase
Snow falls and she smirkly says take a knee
Only to embrace with a passion so free.

Written by Dave Schipper to the Slane melody originally publish in Be thou my Vision in 1902 © 2012 Rose Riversongs.  I published this first on Febr. 10, 2012 and today I sit a little over a year later thinking I must write a Season three reprise.  It hard when the ending is much more blue; so we'll see if it happens.

Here's the melody that the piece is written to.



I couldn't help myself from singing it.... since I wrote as I was singing it.