TONIGHT LOVE IS A SILENT ROSE

 Words

come and go

in the perfect

stillness of

the hour. As far

as my eyes can reach

the hands of dreams

are holding a silent

rose of words

:

Fusion of lost

fragrance

. . .

I leave myself

following your

unfinished dream

only to find

the flower

in my hands

bleeding

 !

Pain is merely

a shadow of the forgotten

country in the fission

of Night soundlessly

approached by

Love