The Rose 🌹 (1a/n)


Darkness always, not a sliver of light
A sullen world I dwell, devoid of splendor
Sight, for a moment, my only true wish
For now, endless night, I thus surrender

Since birth, I only know this world at night
My other senses augmented, fulfilling the need
Futile lamenting that which has not existed
Yet never to know, what I had to concede

One day though, this rose is given to me
From a friend I’ve had, since a long time ago
A simple vase, some water, I set it aside
Not knowing the seeds this flower would sew

Every day I would stop, to enjoy the aroma
The velvet petals I touch, so gentle they are
The thorns, like daggers, protecting her beauty
Magnificence in my midst, yet so dreadfully far

She continued to bloom, as the days went by
I would stop to enjoy her, whenever I passed
My mind often wandering back to this flower
Hoping that all these moments together would last

I would sit with her, and let my senses take over
Then as I am enjoying the marvel in her
Darkness lifting, a shape in front of me forms
Slowly something begins to emerge from this blur

Sight, I cannot describe, never having this sense
Colors, these must be, are being presented to me
This rose that was gifted, just several days before
She is the most beautiful thing, that I ever shall see

Days, then weeks, thus pass me by
So many sights, I am now learning about
A new world to discover, as my lens ever clears
Never can I imagine, this gift, I had been without

Now my days are bright, as never I’ve known
Though my mind still always returns to the flower
The figure before me, forming out of the dark
I shall never experience a finer hour

Her beauty magnificent, I was beguiled
My darkest days, finally, had come to a close
As I live, the vision forever etched in my mind
Nothing ever more beautiful than her, my rose

Deep Green Sea

The wind blowing cold, across frozen earth
Slate grey sky seemingly for days on end
A frost covering every surface within my site
No escape at all, such that I could transcend

An endless winter it is, no chance for spring
My hope freezing over, my soul is on ice
A thaw beyond concept, far away from my thoughts
Yet what brings me here, is worth any price

The bustle of the cafe, alien words bespoken
A quiet spot in the back, an open table I seek
Only coffee for me, paper and charcoal in hand
Equipment enough for the upcoming week

I shuffle through parchment, to find a clean sheet
My pallet of charcoals extensive and new
The green of her eyes challenged all sets before
So complex their chroma, value, and hue

I could lose days getting the color just right
The green shown of grasses and mosses at times
The kind in the forest after long summer rains
When the dew clings to leaves of lianas and vines

Every day she comes in, I’m always transfixed
Impossible to channel all of the visions in me
To describe her in words, such an arduous task
This elegant baroness, with her glass of chablis

She glides to her table, it’s always the same
Just away from the crowd, as if giving her space
Her dress is impeccable, every detail refined
Made of the finest silk, velvet, tulle, and lace

She adjusts her view and catches my stare
For a moment I’m trapped in the expanse of her gaze
In my efforts to capture the splendor of her
I’ll have wasted much charcoal and numerous days

For weeks I’ve been here, every bitter cold day
Though when first I saw her, a fortnight ago
I knew she would impact my life in some way
So I set out to capture, the gem of this borough

She knows I exist, or she lets me think that she does
How could she not? My table littered with tries
By now I think she humors me to see me complete
To see if I can capture the spell in those eyes

But every day is a gift when she comes into view
I see her straight umber hair parted perfectly center
Her rouged lips do accentuate this porcelain doll
Her presence I feel right away for when she does enter

The garment is tailored to meticulous detail
Her bias gown perfectly adorning her shape
Floating angelically, as the crowd parts her way
Her path leading to me, I am loathe to escape

If my table looked inviting, I don’t know for whom
A mass of papers and charcoals have littered my space
Unfazed she sits down, across from my work
Which suggest an obsession for drawing her face

She whispers her name, inquiring then of mine
As we chat I’m drawn into those emerald eyes
I learn she’d watched me for weeks, compelling each return
Wanting to see my vision, which I would daily agonize

For hours we would talk, and I’d share with her my work
All the attempts to capture, that which I see within her
Now so close, I see beauty, that which I never could draw
With elegance and grace, she is so sweet and demure

All this time, I thought I was the only observer
Yet she came in here as well, with an interest in me
To beguile or be beguiled, we both played this game
Still I’m hopelessly adrift in her deep green sea

The wind blowing warmer now, as frost gives way to life
What was endless has ended, and the sun shines anew
Slate grey which had reigned, are now skies of azure
A different perception of this world has come into my view

My sketch book thus retired, my drawings are no more
The essence of beauty I wished to capture, at this cafe
More beautiful than any designer, fabric, or style
Nor a high fashion model on a Parisian runway

What began with two strangers from far away places
A conversation acquainted us, a connection was cast
Souls from worlds apart would not otherwise unite
One never to be known, had this cafe I did pass

So today is a day, I never once saw arriving
We walk hand in hand through the gardens of rose
Her green eyes now always fixated on mine
Our season moves past the thaw of the long winter snow

Sparrow



Agile and fast, she darts through the hollow
Singing her song, as only this small bird can do
Her nest quite secluded, beneath the thick hedgerows
Made of intricate weaves of grasses and fescue

Resilient is she, as humanity invades
The hedgerow soon yields to bridge underpasses
The hollow is thus razed for miles of tarmac
No mercy for those that don’t yield to the masses

Though she has done well, existing only in nature
A new survival she must learn, amidst the busses and cars
Her quiet home soon vanquished to a motorway exit
Smog and congestion now obscures a sky once full of stars

So small and unassuming, a new target she’d become
There are predators now, with sharp teeth and claws
One swipe, talons bared, could scuttle this bird
Just to survive the day staying out of the lions jaws

Now the hollow long gone, laid bare by this roadway
An endless stream of traffic, enter and exit past her
What once thrived with starling, thrush, and the swallow
Only this one little bird is left seeking succour

Though this one she is, so much stronger than most
A will to prevail, and escape this cold world
Despite being half starved, and physically damaged
She thus takes to the skies, her new path unfurled

Mile upon mile, she journeys further and further
Grassy meadows yield to plains, then green rolling hills
As the horizon grows higher and higher further still
This surviver treks on, despite her ruinous quills

Then just as she seems to abandon her task
The mountains give way to a valley below
This lush oasis renews her with purpose and vigor
She sets sight on this scene, to branches of willow

Now far from her torment, she builds a small nest
Then lays down, and in moments, is deep in a slumber
This bird that’s half dead now, will be sleeping for days
So close that she was from being torn asunder

When she finally wakes her plumage is recovering well
The dark gloom has departed for a clear azure sky
Around her this forest lay green and unspoiled
A new life ahead, but for her painful goodbye

In the forest today, a gentle breeze sways the foliage
The sun peaking through the thick canopy over head
Darting in and out of the trees, you can hear Sparrow’s song
A lifetime away now, of the broken past she had fled

Willowbrook


The breeze gently blows through the white tea leaves
The smell of hibiscus and honey are enveloping me
I am alone and at peace in the most serene of landscapes
Willowbrook, a place deep inside, my thoughts can run free

This valley, a long time ago, just a flat grassy plain
But for the love of one faerie a fantasy doth unwind
Out of the thick morning mist, her castle rises into the sky
Trees emerge, blossoms bloom, in her wake unconfined

I am paralyzed, transfixed, as she tirelessly works her will
With a flourish, rolling hills evolve and the willows unveil
Wrens and grosbeaks, finches and sparrows, arrive to a new home
Their song a long lasting gift, this unending wassail

Her vision is unfolding before me, as I gaze in wonder
All of the gardens and pools and paths intertwined
Out of nothing this oasis of peace and love has transformed
Can this all be real? Or some spell infecting my mind?

Now I wander along the new paths laid out before me
Breathtaking beauty is found around every corner, every turn
Sounds and aromas begin to overwhelm my very senses
I am at peace in my soul, from all my troubles, I adjourn

I arrive at a manicured lawn stretched way out before me
A small table then appears, under a canopy of pure white
A delicate cup and saucer, an intricate design of roses and vines
A steaming pot, offering fragrance of flower, spice, and delight

My eyes clearly must deceive, for she appears out of nowhere
Then gently grasping the pot containing the hot steeping brew
She pours slowly into my cup as if offering a token of peace
And then as quick as she appeared, she retreats in eschew

Leave I must, though it pains, my journey doesn’t end here
Save a piece of my very heart that she has received
I look back from a distance to catch one long last glimpse
As she continues to build that which she has conceived

I’ll will return again to this land, when it should call me back
I’m sure to see my faerie hard at work, yet living life carefree
Never tires to create and perfect this magical place
Though she may not seem to rest,

She will always stop for tea

You

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There are days that I wake up
Ready for the world
Other days I lay in bed
Refusing to unfurl

But every day I think of you
My heart is growing bigger
And every time I think of us
I gain more life and vigor

You came to me on gilded wings
An angel from above
To teach me all about this life
Of faith, hope, and love

So today the sun shines brighter
My heart is full of bliss
Longing for the day I see you
My love, whom I shall kiss

Joyeux Noël


Christmas is something much different to me
There is not any tree, thats required to adorn
Gifts to receive, there is only the one
This rose is but beauty, and nary a thorn

Not just a dream, she’s the embodiment of grace
She sings like an angel, but its earth that she dwells
I’ve adored her from afar and for so many years
Now my desire to hold her, is that which compels

I look up to her as this untouchable jewel
I should lower my gaze, as she is too noble to stare
For her to catch just a glance, it is all I should ask
Were she only to know, that she’d answered my prayer

When first I saw her, her youth shined like the sun
Her presence is what I wish, to be closest to me
But for a distance away, I’m left only to dream
Someday her affection shall be a gift unto thee

Now I find that her beauty has bloomed like a flower
Thus she comes forward to me, and my dreams do turn real
It is Christmas once more, she stands tall before me
Though we have yet to meet, my love I shall reveal

Now I’m young once again, she looks deep into me
This woman I’ve longed for, for years, is here with me now
Am I dreaming? I ask. She touches my hand
Afraid it’s all but a dream, I swear to her this vow

To you I promise, I shall love every day
To you I pledge, to honor you always
To you I ensure, it’s only you I should please
It is you I wish graced by, the rest of my days
My soul I should give, only you with the keys
All that I have is for thee, it’s the least I can do
So I come to you now, and I fall to my knees
My true love that you are, I wish to be that for you

Breathe

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My breath is taken
A warmth flooding my veins
The sound of my heart
Pounding inside my head
Limbs frozen in place
Eyes fixed in a gaze
Thus, she walks up to me

To know her name
I try to articulate mine
Her beauty nonpareil
Transfixed am I
In an instant, beguiled
Fascination engulfs
My breath escapes me

Smiling with her eyes
Breaks off of my gaze
Turning to acquiesce
My eyes always follow
Never looking away once
A turn, she is gone
My breath returning to me

The day completes
I think only of her
Though I know not why
Life was to change
My heart settling down
I come out of this fog
I breathe in slow and deep

Every day is a gift
Being only with her
Her smile is viral
Her laugh does infect
To hold her hand in mine
I fall deeply in love
Her breath soft on my skin

Time passing like the wind
Soulmates we have become
All I have is for her
My want only, is she
Though the days run thin
Time eroding more
Short of breath I become

Now a lifetime away
I think of her smile
The touch of her hand
A soft kiss on her lips
I’m beguiled once more
The warmth inside of me flows
Verily my breath,

She still does take