Rain Painted Rose

Written by: Anthony Slausen

dont we all
deep within the walls 
of a 
rain painted rose
moments once fresh are set ablaze
whose bones are jewel encrusted 
within our deepest reds 
the scent of saints and dreams are 
glancing off a soul of glass
so very briefly glowing off the face-
as every breath tends to climb toward light
reaching the softest edge giving away..
tumbling down 
a stairwell of thorns-
the clowns of living cycling
round and round a face forelorn

turned to dreamware we're juggled
(dented circus pins)
between hell and hope..less
the kiln of god
the devils twisted rope-
dont we all
live within the walls
of a 
rain painted