A Rose among Thorns
October 10, 2007 § 2 Comments
Little white lies, so harmless and free
I woke at night and heard its constant sound.
So why the hell were they killing me-
How could I forget the act, lost and found?
My fingers shaped the melody
Of my longing, my love, and my pain.
Notes and vibrant chords trembled far
Into this night of thunder and rain.
Tomorrow I will arrange to go somewhere.
Anywhere, alone, and I must wrestle
With my soul only, or, if not tomorrow
At least the day after, as soon as I nestle
Into nothing that is not true…true
Far down in my dreams, drifting, shining,
Mirrored in the stars, my heart is sinking
Under the August moon, we are dining.
The hour of us is so enchanting.
How could beauty bring only pain?
Somewhere on the well-beaten path
I lay my heart down in vain.
My pride once sustained me-
Is beginning to fail me now.
What is my excuse?
Troublesome question, “How?”
How did our tension increase?
If only I could forget the breaking point…
My blindness of my lover did not last.
A rose drops petals, no longer joint-
Drawing in deep breathes…my heart is free.
Strange man enters the gate in hopes to-be-
Listening to the music, hours wrong, off-key.
My piano and I hum what’s wrong with me?
The sound of my heart is very faint.
I wonder where my last lover can be…
The man who watches can hear my cry.
I wake from a dream, feel the thorns in me…
© Sonya Rose