The sky is a rose, lovely and light
With twinkling dewdrops of the night
Its whispering petals, O love's sweet spright
Shimmering down white star-streams bright.
Then come the dawn the Gardener shall see
That reddening rose, the mourning glory
And he will cut it off, don't you see?
To plant a fresh new night for you and me.
A poem I wrote last December... thought I'd put it up here for your input... :P
- Yeu Ann
Hey hey,
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery you evoke here.There's a sense of wonder through it all.
There's also the link of the sky being indicative of one's feelings, i think?
But the thing i like most of all is how you can infuse God into the picture. Still learning to do that =/