Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away
-just kc-
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Sunday, April 8, 2007
White Roses
The last rose of summer rests in my palm Each crimsoned petal tranquil and calm Sweet bite of thorns drawing pin pricks of blood Essance of life adorning bloom from the bud Something beautiful by a bit of me stained To hold it a moment longer I'm willingly drained Petals of white, to scarlet I lovingly turn To understand its beauty, I silently yurn Barbs of ecstacy puncture my hands As I try to feel more, to meet its demands The rose it becomes me, my body my soul The rose is in you, your beauty your whole