Rose On Frosted Glass
The world is covered by snow
Sometimes on the ground one can see a hungry crow
Eerily desolated looks forest meadow
Only real sign of life is wolf on the prowl hidden in the shadow
Jack Frost creates bizarre shapes on the glass
With freshness of snow they look like real grass
Shapes like stars inside human brain slowly form on the glass
One can see icicles expand like neurons or ivy on the glass as time will pass
The light of both real stars and once forged by frost on the window’s plane
Enhances the view of the many corridors of forged by it brain
The thousands of ice created boughs the drawing will contain
They are like hoarfrost shining diamonds forming branches or blood vessels
vein by vein
The shapes are made by cold ice with no heart fire
The most vibrant is energetic but still cool brilliant sapphire
Even roses forged on glass are silver spellbinding but love don’t inspire
They will turn red, alive and heartwarming when in soul will burn desire
But the heart must burn with loving fire
The spirit must inspire
With fire from which beyond noting is immeasurable fire that only soul can
aspire
Nothing is greater of existing not existing and beyond that is the awe of soul
fire
Not even that but nothing can be greater period in all echoes
Then your spirit will revive that of the rose
The spring will come back and end the sorrows
And sweet smell of rose will greet your nose
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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