I Wrote You A Poem

I wrote you a poem (left unread)

So I wove you a dream instead

I caught the wind in the forest

And chased the rain on the river

I collected dew from the dawn

And captured the gentle quiver

of lilting birdsong in the morn

 I spun heaven into your dreams

with bits of sky ever so blue

And wisps of silvery moonbeams

Spun with stars and a twilight hue

I wrote a poem for you

Nothing to cling to

Nothing to give or take

No keepsake

Rose

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'

   

  

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