Posted by: Ron DuBour | June 24, 2015

Withering Rose~by Norman Wilson



Withering Rose

My memories are distant raindrops
Singled by the withering red rose
As rebel clouds moved ominously
To the silhouettes each one holds

Each drop caused circling ripples
Rippling onto the dew pond of green
Where my memories are of a beauty
Before withering within my dreams

She had a body of a Greek goddess
That could only be that of royalty
As she walked on clouds from heaven
In my nightly visions of make believe

Her heart edified in purity of white
Before the withering red rose of time
That glows in fields of golden heather
Where I give her a fresh rose of mine

My dreams foiled in folly of my love
Love that can only be that for the rose
Aging in the vas that I leave for her
To withering love that no longer grows

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