January 18, 2007
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Kiss the Rose
A line of evergreen, covered in autumn to the east
The lake of mirrors to the north, nourishment to many a beast
The heart of the forest to the south, red as the sailor’s delight
Rolling hills to the west, behind them a fading light
In the past we look, many a scar to find
Into the future we go, all else must be left behind
In the present we lay, behold the orange-lit sky
In the present cracks the fire, for on it our dinner we fry
She lays next to me, arched against the pale horizon
She talks of dreams yet to be, of prizes yet to be won
Her eyes go into the distance, her talk of things to come
Slowly the mystery fades, of who she wishes to become
Unsure of who we are, I fear she may be
This I see, though she be laid bare next to me
“Who is this man?” I see her eyes ask inside
“Who is this man, laid bare by my side?”
What answers can one give? What promises to tell?
Are they not empty in the end, damning a liar to hell?
How can I, the pauper beside the maiden convince?
That for eternity, I could in truth be her prince?
The fears eternal to remain, until the answer I prove
This her hand asks me of me, “Please, my doubts remove”
“Myself”, as she looks at me, “I will never let free”
“If in a cage eternal, my heart must always be”
The love of youth fades with the sun, behind the hills beyond
The love of the soul rises with the moon, wishing to form the stronger bond
There is no time in the past, nor will there be time in the present
Should this man fail to assuage her, convince her of heaven’s consent
I say not a word, yet take her hand in mine
Towards the palm I turn, to see the lines so fine
The history of her life is there, however quick the pace
With my left underneath, with my right I begin to trace
It is into her past she lets me see
The girl sitting on grandfather’s knee
The shiny new helmet, and falling off the bike at ten
An awkward, cloistered girl full of fear so often
The heart races as eventually she embraces
Love’s first kiss ends up caught in her braces
Many a friend to follow, some true and some false
Not truly until college, does one so quicken her pulse
A night intended to study poor prometheus
Forever after branded her PROMISCUOUS!
A first night of love shared had she, a boy of mental age barely ten and three
Permanently scarred her heart for long after seemed to be
Off goes the cap, high into the air it goes
“Oh God!” she says, “After this the real world follows!”
Into an office she must go, the girl in her fades away
Up with the hair and down with the skirt, “There is no other way!”
Into the now this brings her, a world full of order full and proper
Yet one question still lingers, share my life with this pauper?
“My world is set to go, my path laid before me”
This she argues most vehemently
Eye to eye we look just now
The sweat no longer on her brow
Convinced her have I, this answer I do not know
But happiness there is, this her eyes do show
I see neither girl nor woman, neither breast nor womb
I see the person lying next to me, A soul lying in tomb
Across her her brow, my fingers do flow
Have no fear, be not afraid to let your soul go
Through her hair, my hand does intend
Intercepted by hers it is, a whisper – “No more pretend”
It is now I sense, on hers my eyes – they froze
And in that moment, our souls did Kiss the Rose
Comments (1)
wow, that’s beautiful.