THE SCENT OF ROSES
You heeded the siren call of shadows,
standing before a resplendent
gateway to the stars. Did you not see the
hand I held out to you, sister, or
hear my impassioned pleas, as turbid
vortices beguiled you, inveigled your soul
into their murky depths?
I espy you on the fragrant shores of past
summers, building walls with
your words where bridges should
have been. Now you cower in the belly of
the insatiable Dark with your
beloved dried blooms. Winter winds are
your sole companions now,
these minions of Death, laden with the
weariness of torpor.
Fiends taunt embers struggling for breath
beneath the ashes amid
Summer's unseen splendour. Alas, they
have traded their immanent
diamond sparkle for gilt and rhinestones.
I yearn for the arms of our
childhood Summers, when we lay beneath
the climbing roses, drowning in
their scent, listening for unnumbered
sounds that dwell in Silence.
standing before a resplendent
gateway to the stars. Did you not see the
hand I held out to you, sister, or
hear my impassioned pleas, as turbid
vortices beguiled you, inveigled your soul
into their murky depths?
I espy you on the fragrant shores of past
summers, building walls with
your words where bridges should
have been. Now you cower in the belly of
the insatiable Dark with your
beloved dried blooms. Winter winds are
your sole companions now,
these minions of Death, laden with the
weariness of torpor.
Fiends taunt embers struggling for breath
beneath the ashes amid
Summer's unseen splendour. Alas, they
have traded their immanent
diamond sparkle for gilt and rhinestones.
I yearn for the arms of our
childhood Summers, when we lay beneath
the climbing roses, drowning in
their scent, listening for unnumbered
sounds that dwell in Silence.
© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum
Image: THE PERFUME OF ROSES
Source: www.artscroll.ru
Artist: Charles Courtney Curran
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