Dewdrop Upon The Rose

As the black sarong of a shadow falls

                the welcoming arms of evening are nigh

and the breeze of enchantment calls

                kissing  bosom of the sunset goodbye~

 

Yet, the moon upon the pillow of night

                leaves a dewdrop upon the rose

and tender wounds of the night heal

                as blue iris in the sky glows~

 

Within the ambiance of a heartbeat

                the roots of a weeping willow run deep

along the weary path of destiny

                where shadows of  fate sleep~

 

 

©SyberRose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

thank you for reading

Reviews

[Jack...]

Stunning Rose, your words as always bring peace to my heart and allow me to dream. Very beautiful my friend.

[SyberRose]

thank you so much Jack for peeking in this morning...and nice to see you...Rose