Oh, Heavenly Rose
More, more? What else may she desire:
a whole garden shelters her in heaven?
The sun bathing her petals is the holy fire,
a cockerel is not her awakening warden
but a chorus of angels playing flute and lyre.
Yet, she asks: more, more! Oh, Heavenly Rose!
She does not sleep, what upsets her repose?
What a rose could not be, if not all I can see?
Should I dare and give a rose to another rose?
Will she accept, can the three fates foresee
when the golden gateway will unclose?
Why can’t you sleep? Oh, heavenly Rose!
Maybe, I dream within a dream and there
a rose is all other roses, her keen lips
are one too and her homely belly where
a blossom still to bloom calmly sleeps
is a meadow that other buds will revere?
If I dream, why waking? Oh, Heavenly Rose!
Drop the dark eyes, sweet scented maid,
the mysterious twins of your scarlet face,
answer if the heart where a seed is laid
is not a flower with the same cherry grace?
Dawn approaches, the scents of night fade,
Tell with your shy eyes. Oh, Heavenly Rose!
A hidden rose do you save for the night,
the moon concealing her silver radiance,
when a beggar dressed as a bright knight
lay at your side and with his word’s dance
incite your petals to bloom with white light.
Wait, wait for the night. Oh, heavenly Rose!
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment