Romance, Romance ...

...wherefore art thou Romance

if not alive in the heart of man

where dost thou hide

could thee be buried betwixt

the yellowed leaves of an olde novel

or lie thee brittle and fragile

amongst the shallow lines

of a paperback book

pray that it not be

that man has laid thee 

there to rest

let that not be the

 saddening truth

Alas! what fate man has

bestowed upon thee!

how shameful to be so

forsake!

 would that it not be so...

but that thou beest in

the melody of the dewy dawn

 in the sonnet of hues at sunset

 in the poetry of the pure pearly moon

or 

that thou hath concealed thyself 

in the petals of a rose

tenderly pressed to lovers' lips..

Romance, art thou sleeping there

waiting for love to awaken thee

with a kiss

©Rose 

No Longer Afraid

Your sighs tame the wind

weaving your whispers

through my hair

i am no longer afraid

to love

Your heartbeat measures

the silence of the night

i am no longer afraid

of the dark

Your embrace warms

the cold hours before dawn

i am no longer afraid

to dream

©Rose

Rain On Me

Standing in the

falling rain

I tremble

like the rose

drenched in the dawn

that lifts her face

and spreads

her leaves

to hide her thorns

I stand in the

falling rain

just to feel

your touch again

©Rose

Another Sleepless Night

To read the above poem by Ernest Dowson - click image to enlarge :-)

another sleepless night
the moon measures time
across an endless sky
Your barren thoughts
sow seeds of doubt
in my fertile dreams
They take root seeking
emotional fulfilment
within the confines of
fragmented frames
Forever fated to this
desolate womb
of darkness
of forsaken dreams
my sombre soul
seeks absolution
seeks
the light
the warmth
of dawn
reflected
in your cold eyes
© 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