My Everlasting Flame

Words by: Arthur Vaso Excerpt from his poem entitled: She Red, the vibrancy of the rose, hidden. The little garden smiles after the rain, filled and full of compassion she is my sanity in a world that has gone insane. She is my sunrise when sunsets are only,.. Flames ! ***** A beautiful sunset flames the horizon but all I do is think of her the way her fairy red hair glows in an evening's flaxen copper light The water feels calm and the trees rest easily upon this peaceful earth but all I want to do is run my fingers through her curls when she smiles ! She sits on a wicker bench, a red rose posed in beauteous charm scented softly like the gardenias that surround my happy garden lost in the petrichor that arises after a long awaited rainfall all I need is to be close to her, closer than the breath of her skin With a touch barely there the sun rises upon her ivory shoulder the Flames I've known yesterday can never compare to this gentle Rose who speaks only the language of love to me She is sunrise and sunset,... my everlasting Flame! By: Mystic Rose