The Rose petals fell Like the cherry blossom, In the perfect new hour Of that heart-beating day; Vibrant color flowing Like the poem of a smile, Sunlight honey sweeter In a prayer I long to pray. The Rose petals softer Silk skin is kissed by a sigh, Like Angel wings hushing Or a soul left there to sing; Swaying on the perfume air Before your reaching hand, The sky so blue and deeper As all time stops to begin. The Rose opened before us So eager to please the eye, Blinking away happy tears Shed before the star of night; Beautiful as if in dreaming And a promise made a voice, Stolen by the mortal breath In the vision of your sight. © PETER DAVIES 2023
(Photo below taken by the poet)
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