Goodnight Sadness

I lie in bed staring at the ceiling

I know it's every line

I know how the shadows fall

and wait for them 

to hide the sadness 

written there

before I close my eyes

I slip into a dream

bleak and bare as the ceiling

Even the moon is bare

and cold as stone

A watchful tree stands

rigid, silent, accusing

A violin begins

to keen piteously

A butterfly merely

a fragile shadow of itself

flutters, trapped

in an erratic flight

A rose weeps

a putrid bouquet

There are no shadows

here

Here there is no escape

from the sadness

written on

the ceiling

Rose 

This piece was inspired by Paul Eluard

'Adieu tristesse/ bonjour tristesse/ Tu es inscrite dans les

lignes du plafond'

   

  

Butterfly

she spreads her beauty

between pale green leaves

harlequined with sun

©Rose

Love Is

Love is

the silence

before the storm

the awakening

before passion

is born

♥

Love is

the sigh

of the wings

of a butterfly

the gentle

arousal

which kindles

the tempest

♥

©Rose

The Butterfly

Does she whisper
endearments
to the blushing blooms
as her velvet wings brush,
intimately touching, colours
of lilac and celadon?
Dancing cheek to cheek
does she make promises
she knows she won't keep?
And while sipping nectar
from willing calices
with honeyed tongue
do her lips kiss and caress
the alluring blossoms?
Or is it just the wind,
the gentle wisp of wind,
under her painted wings?
© Rose

You Make Me Feel

you are trapped in my  mind
in the maze of my dreams
haunting me

your whispers brush my cheek
and get tangled in my hair
tormenting me

your touch melts my heart
and scorches my soul
torturing me

your kiss leaves me breathless
and words die on my lips
confusing me

your eyes leave me vulnerable
and naked before you
shaming me

your gaze grazes my skin
and I embrace the pain
you make me feel
punishing me

you make me feel
© Rose

Time

 time to turn the page

time for fresh annotations

time for spring cleaning

© Rose

Friends And Lovers

 

Friends and Lovers

I write this while your scent still lingers warm upon my skin

I watch you sleeping and wonder whose dreams you are in

I search for clever words to say, for memorable phrases to write

But the memory of our loving still glows in dawn's feint light

The whispers that fell on my pillow have risen with the dawn

And the kisses that tumbled from our lips are no longer warm

And all the while I wonder - is this the beginning or the end

If last night we were lovers - how could we still be friends

                                                                        © Rose

Unsung Melody

my love for you is
an unsung melody
the birth of a butterfly
the rising moon
the dark before dawn
can you hear the silence
of love's beautiful song
© Rose

Butterfly

Dreams drift through my mind

like whispers of velvet wings

vivid yet fragile

                                                                          © Rose