back field in motion
Chose, chose, live grow leave! GO!
Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump started into a human mold
White clapboard poverty with tiger lily blooms,
blueberry rake poverty woolen looms.
Riffs of Emerson, Whitman, Longfellow dawns,
mothers’ hazel eyes, father Davidesque form,
chosen to drive twixt a Jew and a screw.
Magnet of lunacy...
Tumbled like an agate into the stream of life
part of the dream lesson
Abuser of power, one who had once roared,
Eve shaped now, weak and mewling
between the weeds of woe.
Care taken by lovers torn.
Watched over by pedophile uncles.
Befriended by lewd Father of sons.
Adult child, searching amongst the Word
for the Word is God and GOD …
There are so many words
Root ripped scenes from beauty to horror
Shiksa* taunts seep in with the smell of borsch.
A pumpkinseed amongst the pricks of Brooklyn
A wild rose planted in the asphalt soil
Jew’s bop to a Dago harmony,
bagels, bialys and the French twisted strands
of great grandma’s hair.
Clipped, stripped of family shoved whole
into yet another new mold.
True believers, ah yes, fanatics all.
The struggle to survive whole healthy
dipped in, dripped in, a bath of acid and thorazine.
Polish priests pedal platitudes to the sisters of St. Joseph
behind the gilded glory of the Church.
Raped by trust and betrayed by lovers,
a rose married to a prickles thorn,
so empathy is gained, and a healer born.
Metal must be formed in a crucible of fire
A healer can not be born without tasting the pyre.
Her eyes of blue skies and skin of a pure pearl that shines so bright
And golden sunshine of hair that has her smile, always at heart.
In her dreams, a promise of tomorrow will bring much light,
And send a red rose for Mama, and a kiss to say "goodnight".
In times of sorrows, I am her second daughter, who wishes her best,
For she has left her footprint on my heart, words can never be less.
As I wouldn't trade another, thou' I have known her to be kind,
When prayers to God that will give her peace, and strength in mind.
For a better tomorrow, we all love Mama and keep her comfort with you,
May you always be encouraged, may you ever hold on too!
As God holds you in his arms and wraps you with his shield of trust,
And words alone is different, than a red rose for Mama, filled with lust!
Dead man's blood,
that rose again.
to this life I've lived.
No one sees my heart,
true and whole,
see the blood on my hands,
this knowledge I know.
Without this faith
I would just die over and over again,
drowning in a pool
of these unholy sins.
It is dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that pours over me,
and cleanses these hands.
No one sees my scars,
self-inflicted by my soul,
cutting my skin,
burning me whole.
And with out this faith
these scars would never heal,
blood would continually run
down this vessel I am in.
It is a dead man's blood,
that rose again,
that searches in my soul
and makes me whole again.
This dead man weeps,
walks by my side,
reminds me every day,
that he is truly alive.
He holds me tight in the dark,
shines the holiest of lights,
keeps me warm in winter,
and covers me in the darkest night.
It is a dead man's blood,
that miraculously rose again,
that has proven to me,
that he is the true Prince.
I do not know?
For every time we take a breath
And every time we stop to rest,
To look around at all that grows
Embracing all the love that flows.
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
For every tear of sorrow we weep
The new day of thousands in forgotten sleep,
Unhinged the heart of one more soul
For King or Queen or eternal goal.
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
The last of the tommys lays his wreath
For next time he may lye beneath,
Reunited with friends separated long ago
To re-live the highest high and the lowest low.
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
For every rose
For every thorn
For every darkness
Unveils a new morn
Rose of Sharon;
Sweet suitor, Holy wind;
come blow upon my heart;
My heart has drifted
let your fragrance flow again
Let us sip together the pure wine;
that I may feel again your tender embrace
that I might be forever at your side;
still my hearts cry; my longing.
My Loves pain;
the thorns, the scars
Loves perfect gift!
Sweet fragrant Rose of Sharon:
written with loves pure heart,
on fleshy tables of my heart.
Your heart that bled
Love that cried,
My Love never to deny;
A Love that waits.... for me!
My beloved stands without;
Arise my heart I say
unlock the door,
the blood stains
on the door
Let Your Blood
my sins of youth,
loves exacting toll;
her fragrant petals
her bed of thorns.
I am washed my beloved;
Clean, white, like the milk
that flows down mountainside
like a herd of sheep on Gilead.
My heart skips like a lamb
in springtime on fields of green;
Nourished and loved
nurtured forever at Your side;
My father, my Mother;
My Savior, My Lord,
My King, Holy Suitor,
Your Bloom, Your fragrance;
My sweet Rose Of Sharon.
Brenda V Northeast 18/April/05
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?
For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.
From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.
As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.
Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?
Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark?
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?
. The flames
. . inside
. . . cold blue
. . you made,
. Watch a wilting
. . rose parade
. . . Drowning roses
. . losing color,
. Beauty, all,
. . will kill another,
. . . Killed by
. . crashing blue
. . Burning hatred;
. . . frozen blue
. . Searching for a
. golden hue
. . Where's the
. . . sunlight
. . casting light
. On rose parades,
. . clear cascades,
. . . and all the life
. . we thought
. we knew?
I come whence I go the Lord alone knows like this wheel in the sky this a true rose without recognition rolling along done in the green Him alone life belongs in the dry what will be done prophesied weeping for love His children despised marred until latter rain received with one drop again we must first believe new life resurrection no longer weeds with a certain dwelling place which is free these three agree so are we in this earth drinking all we can until the new birth - by john Beam based on Anastatica The rose of Jericho. A resurrection plant is any plant with the habit of reviving after seeming to be dead or of seeming to revive when being in fact dead.
written 21st June 2013
A 'single'.. rose grows with purity, into a field, en-fenced
from that 'moment' it buds, watch...as its passion, and grace.. intertwine
It begins to bloom, with such confidence
showing off.. its elegance, with 'complete' dominance
For you are left... 'totally' unaware of an, 'entire' field of daisies, swaying.... such poetry
such passion, and grace.. still exists in the heart, of humanity
The worlds future... 'completely' relies on 'peace' to become heard
but how far has...man let it go, our hearts hold hope, for the same entity
Peace, love and harmony
for those "who" choose to believe
Jesus freed, the curse we received by 'Adam' and 'Eve'
they have found, love and peace
Taking it upon themselves, they help... the next man, to be 'free'
within God's own time, we 'will' see, heaven on earth
For it is 'still' a gift... we all receive, at the hour of our birth
A Rose is a special flower
that is sleek and smooth to touch
A Rose is a flower that i cherish very much
a Rose has a lovley fragrace and always looks nice
a Rose has a way to a girls heart
where love it can entice
a Rose is more lovley than the rest
for you are the Rose
and i adore you the best
A Rose grows in the garden
of my heart
where i will water
and take care of it everyday
for you are my Rose
that is special in eevry way.
for a special friend who is a rose to me, you know who you are and you hold a place in my heart always xxx
Roses are red
violets are blue
Jesus is in heaven
is he waiting for you!
A rose fell to
he slowly picked
it up and took it
home to his
dying little girl,
as she took the
rose from him,
she told him this
oh daddy, just before
you came home I asked
Jesus if I could smell
a rose just one more
time before I died,
now my prayer has
been granted to me
and now I can go home
with Him this very
“13 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. 15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. 16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.” 1 Thess 4:13-17 NKJV
Jesus died and rose again,
As will the righteous in the first resurrection.
With a shout and the voice of an archangel,
All will hear God’s trumpet call to salvation.
They’ll join their Savior in the air;
Followed by those who are alive and remain;
Caught up together in the clouds;
Immortality to forever claim.
Do not sorrow for those who’ve fallen asleep.
For they have hope of tomorrow eternal.
Wipe the tears from your eyes;
Your next meeting by God’s made possible.
When our Lord reveals himself,
Our human frames, He’ll resemble;
The beloved children of God,
By The Rapture will assemble.
In a resurrected and glorified state,
The righteous dead will gaze upon His glory—
Maranatha, come, O Lord;
The Second Coming no longer a story.
The names of those enrolled in heaven,
Will be ticked off upon God’s slate.
Both the virtuous dead and living;
The Gifted eternity to relate.
This Rapture will be no secret—
The whole earth will see Christ come.
Some will cry out for the rocks to fall on them;
By His glory they’re totally overcome.
Christ is a consuming fire
To those who know Him not;
They’ve wasted their opportunities—
The love of God rejected or forgot!
The Rapture completed;
God’s people will ascend
To the heavenly Jerusalem—
One thousand years to spend.
The books will be opened
To judge the unrighteous dead;
Not by God or the heavenly angels,
But by previous mortals instead.
© Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue
I do not know?
a white rose fell from heaven
and graced the earth below.
soft, beautiful, tender.
as though touched by the entities above.
each petal dripping, overflowing with emotion
radiating with love.
blown, tossed about by the wind
no one knew its source.
determined this rose was to wait
and accomplish its purpose
picked up and put in a vase one day,
this rose knew that this wasn't its place to stay.
then at a time when all seemed fine
a fern was pushed into its space,
but there wasn't enough room in this little vase.
so out the white rose was thrown into a place cold and
its radience no longer shone.
like the palm trees that thrive in the dessert
and the seedlings that sprout when blessed
with water from above...
this gentle beauty wasnt alone
she had God's love.
I do not know?
You and I.
Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,
soaked in truth.
Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,
enveloping my being.
Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,
bathed in silent knowing.
Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.
I squandered your generosity of spirit.
I vainly discarded your priceless poems.
Now I stand,
rotting inside, day by day.
The Rose grows
in a quiet place now
where none ever would before,
in a secret garden
next to a hidden well
all kept deep inside
Many times when I would
think of you,
would get planted in my garden,
but, the water from
was not enough
so the rose
you came back
into my life
and the well
that was drying up
a new source
a meandering brook
moved and shaped
by heavenly forces
now helped to fill up and feed
As my daily time
with you increased,
more seeds were planted
with one, so far, taking root.
Combining waters from the brook
and the well
plus lots of sunlight,
the Rose is growing
and starting to blossom.
It’s living on my love
(the hidden well),
(the meandering brook),
and God’s love
(the Son’s Light).
I believe now this Rose
will continue to thrive
in the secret garden
of my heart
as my love for you
will always be,
so will the Rose
Walking around the graveyard
Untaggling his hands from the pocket in his jacket
its clear in his head that he's screaming for something
that something is missing within his heart
Taking off his hat as he sits it on her grave
Pulling out a piece of paper
The death certificate that her name was signed on
a tear falling from his cheek
he reaches down to pick up the flower he laid there before
crumples at his touch
sitting down the piece of paper
he asked her
how can i love?
when the one i want is not here?
tears fall from his eyes unto the paper
he lights a candle
sits it by her tombstone
He lays down beside her
listening to the wind
hoping to hear her voice
something he longed for
something that he was missing
he falls asleep
holding the stem of the rose that crumpled before
The pedals fly away with the wind
and the flame of the candle burns out
the rain starts to fall
He lays with his eyes closed
He goes back in time
The rose pedals fall back unto the stem
The paper flies back into his pocket
He walks back into town
Back into the house he was at before
Back at her funeral
to the hospital they were at
When they found out she had cancer
To the church where they got married
To the time when he asked her to marry him
Finally to the place where they met
There story replays again in his mind
he lays cold on the ground beside her
The wind dies down
and the candle starts burning again
PART III: THE BATTLEFIELD
Kingdom of Adam, Kingdom of Satan
Among us HE exists preaching his constitution
Oh What Wicked Witty conspiracies
“Blame on the Lord” HE whispers
Oh yes, simple relief of a great poet
Playing greatly on the Bun of words
I’m Buried in the duties of life and
Burdened by the holy ones,
I Rose I Rose Maya Angelou,
I was burned by the lies,
Defeated by sorrows and murdered by neglect
Exiled my identity in a vast dry Sahara
Rambling through the sands of life
Overwhelmed by the gigantic landscape;
And it comes again
The consecutive Sandstorm,
I’m abandoned, I’m lonely, and I’m weak
My thirst is consuming me
Yearning a tiny drop of forgiveness
And then the shining reflection,
The sudden revelation,
I’m infatuated by its distinct aroma and now I pursue its path
Like abrupt Goosebumps acquired from a good tragedy
I was stimulated and inspired,
Digging through the burrows of my deepest troubles
And confusion there it was an unveiled well
A volcanic eruption of yet another Identity;
I stood straight and strong..Filled my punched hole of
Miseries in my guts and this time;
I raised my flags of victory
PartIII of the main Poem "Eternal Battles"
I do not know?
hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/
this world of dimensions created duality/
no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/
someone like you/ in reality/
i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/
as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/
you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/
now at only one overman looking/
i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/
would become all the axes/ and outer space/
voice is speared by the screaming wind/
falling down/ flakes to your place/
going crazy just seeing your knees/
don't regret anything/ my Benito/
unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/
you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//
" The moon once had a husband
but she disturbs him much
that she needed rose flowers
and where they are their are no rose
so one day he sets for a journey
to find his love rose flowers
and since then he never return
that is why she stays alone up in the sky
waiting for his return"
we all have a Husband
who left us here where we are
but not in search of rose flowers
He went to prepare a place for us
and He promise us pretty sure
He is coming back to take us
that is why we must wait
not like the moon who waits only in the
but we must wait day and night for His
(I am talking about Jesus christ
Merry christmas and a prosperous new
year to all soupers)
Genes of motherland made her, black, tender of lips of praise.
Her kind hand, wise mind and loving heart never fails.
Like the rose of covers but bear, of unders, but there.
Though sterm is thorny, rosiness is clear.
There’s a Rose in my heart, rooted deeply via art
There’s a Rose in my heart, weeds rounding her I cut
There’s a Rose in my heart, alive I sense the tune of delight
There’s a Rose in my heart, peer in my soul and uncover my insight
There is a Rose in my heart, flawless of reality finally discovered
There is a Rose in my heart, balling my crystal this time I thee wed
There is a Rose in my heart, introspection I made sight of beauty I gained
There is a Rose in my heart, providential I became thorns of disaster I destroyed
A hell of toy once folded my well, and then the rose came by
And uncovered the dark, and I now once again have a well of joy
Oh! Sweet Rose stay, then forever stay
Oh! Dear God I pray for this sweet Rose I Pray
Is there such a flower as a despised blue rose...
the one I desperately chose
to sign end under a sad story,
which had neither passion or glory?
With tears so rageful, she thought it was the final goodbye;
why I didn't choose a more charming rose with a different color,
perhaps not as red as her unfaithful heart? It wouldn't have been a lie!
Ever since, I have shunned and hated blue roses despite their splendor.
They tell me that the reason for my unbearable loneliness
is the urge for touching a face slipped from my grip and will;
if I am to blame...why did I love her with intense sweetness,
and nothing was returned besides a promise so brittle?
Let me see only red and yellow roses...but no tempting, blue roses;
I couldn't relive moments rejected by a woman so deceitful and ravishing,
and she smiled as they did, but that trust was distant from the beginning...
marring the lovely appearance of that blue rose standing out from others.
Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red bud popped its head,
It grew unnoticed, seen by none.
But as she blossomed, things started to turn around.
For among the yellow tulips, the rose was a novelty,
A sight that every passer-by would stop to acknowledge,
To appreciate the possibility, the rose's color, her beauty.
And the tulips' monotonous color only enhanced hers.
But even as she was constantly valued and admired,
Even as the whole world seemed to love her,
The only thing that her heart truly desired,
Was the soft caress of the dew drops from heaven.
Because you see, under the tulips so towering,
The little rose only had a small window to the skies.
She only watched as the tulips danced in the rain glowing.
Her heart ached for when a tiny drop would fall upon her too.
Among her many admirers, one started to visit frequently,
A young man, lean and handsome was enchanted by her.
He would gaze at her and at times stroke her gently,
For he was enraptured by her beauty and fragility.
He would sing songs, write poems about her,
And soon the tulips cleared a path for him,
From the edge of the field to his pearl.
But soon the rose was nearing her end.
She knew it and despaired, for she never lived her dream,
Even as she revelled in her admirer's love and affection,
She would never get that chance, it did seem,
For she was losing her petals one by one.
The last day arrived and she held onto her last.
He was there by her side looking melancholy,
Remembering her vibrant days, visualising the contrast.
Afraid to touch her, he sat by her side.
He couldn't help it as a tear slipped out,
But the little drop landed straight on her only petal,
Her heart lifted and her soul soared, for she had no doubt,
That the dew hugging her was more special than any from the sky.
In that fleeting moment she felt truly at peace,
She had realized the true meaning of love,
And so the last petal she did release,
To move onto her eternal ever after.
- Miliya Parveen
Life is delicate like
a rose on a cool fall
morning then without
warning life is taken away.
I cry not for the rose who's
petals lay scattered at me feet
but for everything else that has
I cry for the leaves who's leaves crush
like power in my hand and for the flowers
which droop and sag...
A mother who left this world too
soon and for her pain in till death finely
The world is a lot different place
with you gone... But a son has to
move on he can't keep thinking
He can't keep being sad and blue
don't worry I'll always love you... I'll never
forget the love we shared and how much
you cared... I love you
Blue eye's looked into the night
A tear formed at the corner of his heart
A silent tear
A silent scar
A golden rose forever blue
golden virtue lost tonight
A silent though
past moments true
The rose sweet silent thorns
The scars sweet silent storms
Taste the power of thy love
Risk the violence of thy strife
Trust the broken heart of rage
Suffer then your silent cage
Blue eyes looked into the night
forgive that you might start again
The rose of love is still the same
A stranger to lifes guessing game
Should thee stay or should thee go
The thorns of love won't let you know
My heart knows pain, mistakes
Should I become the master of my lake
Should I test the rivers of the free
Love binds my life to thee
Sweet rose my heart
sweet love my life
pray that we can find the key
Improve our lives for thee and me
Yes transgressions, we have know
mistakes, bad seeds, have planted grown
The pain has torn us limb from limb
Now we must climb above our sins
Yet change the light of night time blue
build with trust the love we knew
relax the anger, fear let go
trust we'll find the way to grow
There’s love forming next to me…
Sometimes it gets me thinking…
What is it like to be loved?
Maybe it’s the most precious rose in the garden
Maybe it’s like the sun ascending…
Maybe it’s the cocoon releasing a butterfly
There’s love brewing here and there…
Sometimes it catches my eye…
When will I experience it?
Maybe it would be the best part of my life?
Maybe it would be nourishing to my heart?
Maybe it would be the stars gleaming in the night?
It’s an afternoon...that feels pleasant
Love, merriness and joyfulness sprouting beautifully
It’s a somewhat unsettling moment…
With me around… soaking in remorse that breaks me
There’s love succumbing in my heart…
But, my passion is slowly sinking…
What if love isn’t worth my time?
Maybe it’s the weeds that choke the vegetation
Maybe it’s like the moon darkening…
Maybe it’s the bird facing his first flight…
It’s shocking at first,
But it gives young lovers
The chance to venture
Into the bright side
Of bountiful love
Give me a taste
Of bountiful love
Pacabells cannon starts to play. The gates open and everyone looks my way. Beautiful black and red roses line the red carpet that leads to you. You look amazing tonight too. I look at my white dress as I step into the setting sun. The light catches the black sparkles and roses on my dress and makes me look beautiful, makes me feel like one. A black rose on this beautiful LA sand. A black rose that belongs to a wonderful man. I slowly walk down the aisle. I walk up to you and I smile. There's black and red roses on the alter and I get up ther. I can smell their sweet fregrance in the warm evening air. The paster starts as I look at you. You say you vouls and I say mine too. You say "I do," and I do the same too. You slip yet another beautiful ring on my finger and kiss me so sweetly. We hold hands and walk back down the beautiful rose lined aisle.
We walk to the peir where there are beautiful lights hung up everywhere. I spin to look at the beauty and you lean in close to me and say, "wait here." You walk up to the DJ and request and smile as a familure tune comes on. I continue to smile and I take your hand. you walk me back out onto the beautiful sand. "Our first dance," you say. My smile gets bigger when I here Amazed starts to play. You pull me closer to you as we start to move from side to side. My nourvousness is hard to hide. "You okay beautiful?" you ask softly as you gently run your hand through my hair. "Yeah baby, I'm fine," I say as I see people gather around and stare. We dance and we sway sweetly and quietly. We kiss and dance slowly. We kiss again and you start to sing along with the song. I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting so long.
We'r walking on the beach again. hand in hand. you still in your tux, I'm still in my dress. This is our future. Together. Forever. The setting sun catches my ring. It shines brightly. "I love you," I say and we kiss again. "I love you too," you say and gently pick me up.
You carry me back up to the house. You carry me up sairs and lay me on our bed. You lay beside me and gently kiss my head.
We lay there and talk for hours and hours. We smile and laughas our future stretches on in front of us.
Once a very long time was born a perfect,righteous man
He died upon a rugged cross, but yet, He rose and lived again.
Jesus died that day but in the grave He didn't really stay
From the clutches of sin and death He broke for us the chain
As the boulder from his sepulcher rolled away they said.
I am so glad to believe that Jesus came in order to save us all.
And now between our Heavenly Father and us there's no more a wall.
Because God to this earth His only Begotten Son He sent.
And Jesus in total perfection his whole life He spent.
But upon the cross He chose for us to bear our sins.
He definitely did it all for us out of Love.
He absolutely did it all just for you and me…
He died while pleading forgiveness to His Heavenly Father above.
Yes, death couldn't keep Him down as He rose again that day.
The grave was found emptied and Jesus was never seen there
And Jesus bought with his Precious blood our sins that day.
The stone just rolled away and Jesus lives in my heart everyday.
Jesus has risen!And He lives! He can wash your sins and mine.Be thankful and pray.
Jesus my king and Savior lives and always will be here for you and me.
Dorian Petersen Potter
“We are slowly and always eroding
As we lose more and more
By little bits and little bits they fall
They are falling
Prey to the fading and wasting away
Of the nameless one and all his dark children
Those of dark hearts and souls dimmer still
And yet we weep to find such ones as you
Who fade as well
For we see in you the ability to listen to the rhythm of the world
To the celestial hymns of the stars
And you heed the whisperings of those around you
So we grieve for those of you with hearts and souls so bright
And despair when you lose yourselves to unbelief
We cry when the listening becomes a burden
And thus as you fade
So we erode
And bit little bit we fall
I lament the loss of all I’ve ever known
And it frightens me
That all the glory-bright children who guide you at night
My brothers and my sisters
Whose tears fall for you and so many like you
Shall leave my sight forever
When comes the wasting
And the fading’s complete
Yet all my agonies for you outweigh mine own
For you truly believe in the vasting
All its loneliness
With its great nothingness and all its tranquil non-existence
I weep for the breath of grey upon your soul
Tainted thus from scars of the past
And I mourn for the one who may yet still come
To shed you of all armours and shrouding veils
For I wonder if you will struggle
And fight each step of the way
Because I fear the tainting and the fading
Has dug in too deep
Or will you allow the one to see
Behind the reflecting pools of your eyes
To converse with you
The one only I have seen so clearly
The one that hides deep inside
Behind those eyes
For you the future I glimpsed
Was so bright
Because I saw in the palm of your hand
A key of hope
Such a key as could open any door
And yet I have watched with helpless wonder
As the hall of many doors began to lock
To one by one bar themselves
‘twas a time when you traded
The white rose for the red
So you might remain within your world a while longer
So that perhaps you might discover once again
The lost faith
And all the many wonders you used to see without the veils
The little things you had abandoned
And to this end you held the rose within your arms each mourning
To find the fresh reason why
Sorrow should stay his hand
Why he should have left you alone
When it was you who brought yourself to the brink each day
To the edge of the world