Yellow Is The colour

Yellow flowers

greet 
the rising sun

and 
become
 one

with the waxing moon.
 Long 
are the hours
of 
the torrid afternoon.

 A little 
torment
a little 
pain

of passion 
unspent.
Drenched 
in rain
 a potent soul
makes me whole
again
ⒸRose

No one Hears

everyone listens

but nobody hears

a cheek glistens

with silent tears

shouting won't make

a blind man see

crying won't ease

the misery

colours are fading

turning to grey

shadows are braiding

the last light of day

a monochrome halo

hangs in the sky

the scornful echo

of a seagulls cry

night keeps its vigil

so paint your dreams

amongst clouds dismal

a miracle gleams

night brings its silence

that deadens and deafens

night brings its own sentence 

........nobody listens.......

ⒸRose

For-get-me-not

pretty spring flowers

forget-me-nots grow paler

how arid the soil

ⒸRose

Precious Moments

Tears don't wash away

the memories

they are merely 

a drop

in the ocean

of endless tides

that swell and spill

then gently kiss

the sun bleached

sands of time

 Endless tides,

eternal verities,

yesterdays truths

that a thousand moons

have been witness to

Precious moments,

cherished memories

that swell and spill

over the golden

sands of time

ⒸRose    

It's A Kind Of Magic

I'm looking for the magic

the kind that makes a blind person see

It's never where you think you'll find it -

never where you think it may be 

It's the magic that ripples the soul

like raindrops on a placid pond

A magic that lifts the spirit

like a mist on mountains far beyond

It's the magic reflected on a still lake

mirroring the blue sky

The magic essence of a green forest

where dappled shadows lie

It's a magic you will find but

once in a lifetime

Like the magic I felt

when your eyes met mine

ⒸRose    

  

From Snafu to Fubar

There is no black and white

if the land is splattered with

blood

Littered with bodies

bleeding through the cracks

of the parched earth

Souls struggling to escape

the death rattle

of hatred, rage, torture

Brother against brother

making war so that there

may be peace

Psychological manipulation

be brave and kill your brother

for this is not murder

it is war

a combat mission

A suicide misssion

a fool's errand

It is black and white

kill or be killed

the ultimate sacrifice

The war culture

the culture of death

Here nobody wins..

Thou shalt not kill

 ⒸRose  

Take my Heart

take my beating heart

i don't need it anymore

if we should ever part

i'll have nothing to live for

i could die with you

even die for you

but one thing is true

i cannot live without you



♡♡

 

so take them all,

my foolish pleas, my words 

 that fall

like crumbs at your feet,

and throw them to the birds

that flock in the street

their wings will whisper

the sweetest love song

from a girl to her lover

after love has long gone 

Ⓒ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'