Delicate Rose
Tones of softness fill
the morning watch unfurled
passion scriptures sting still
throbbing to be read again
petrichor wanders free after
quenching the fires of Earth
Breathe in these sacred gifts of life
mounted to my soul
swim in these tears of pain
for they only carry hope
drop down on your knees beside me
where eyes meet marrow's bend
Fill me with your solemn songs
enriched with a patient repose
cast me with your air's afloat
as I inhale you, my delicate rose
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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