A Poem for the BLUE ROSE
I wait by the candle light,
Both day and night,
For the flicker of the flame,
These songs of your name,
The light from my heart,
Does flood into my art,
To form the perfect rose,
In the perfect pose,
But all this may never be,
For I can never see,
As death is ever present,
And never distant,
Watching from the shadows,
With every move it follows,
Waiting for my day of end,
Of this I cannot pretend,
As I lay awake and pray,
“Give me strength for another day”
So I may see my love’s face,
All the beauty, all the grace,
Never marred by lines of saddness,
Or fears for loneliness,
So I make this perfect rose,
In it’s perfect pose,
From the light of my heart,
That floods into my art,
Just for you for all eternity.