Lost Rose

Silently, slowly
enchantment surrounded mystical oceans of love;
interpreting soft songs of flowers,
at dew soaked dawn.

Youth’s freedom granted passion’s flow,
throughout enchanted forest paths.

Evergreens breached their music,
wildly clinging
to meadow laden flowers of our souls.

Yet … today we wish only upon a star,
knowing the rose did pass from hand to hand
and touched the rose once;
only to watch love’s memory bleed
... through life’s thorns.

I thought I had captured a petal’s scent,
as hopes formed on winds afire.
Driving forces churned under
moon’s apparitions,
capturing time and emotions,
transforming a whole new world.

It was then
we walked with hand in hand.

Now …
we spare vague smiles upon our lips
and love dwells only upon Wuthering Heights,
lost in apparitions of yesterday.

Brave soldiers of love where I once dared to tread,
few memories ago,
… stay as a frown on my aged forehead;
silting this scarred, indented brow in memories pearls
… lost wishes.

Take lead my heart
… to where this wondering minstrel abides.

A rose so fair will float on silken hands of truth;
even as ebbing tears flow
... drifting past love dreams away.

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