Let Not Time Dim the Silver
A red rose
on the page
of my age
imitating the dance
of morning wind, as it ripples
my spirits in waiting
Smell the breath
of youth and pass it unto her
the light of time
for when yours dim
you shall enjoy hers, glowing
on a sun-kissed stone
Carve love that you’ve never tried
freeing it, from the pocket of your thoughts
on this red rose, longing for a grasp
‘Tis alone wish
of a lonely heart
and if the wind can hear it...
why can’t you?
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2009
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