The Autumnal Rose

A whisper crossed the silent rose
that knew but only its soil
A voice touched with silver dew
A subtlety of pursed lips in thought,
and embalmed the rose and its fragrance
A gentle laugh, a warm breath,
Peerless to the rose in all its splendor
Tell me your wish, it begged... and drew away into the night.
How I wish my fragrance could carry beyond the frontiers of my soil
Tell me your dreams, it intoned, weary with hours and days
My beauty be made of purpose, a cause for togetherness
Sing for me, your beauty reaching for my lips
Alas, all my wishful petals lay fallen!!

Bondage

Like strangers we met in a strange land,
A world apart, drenched in moonlight the same
Of promises and perspectives, yours and mine
Meeting at fingertips and mirrored windows
Hoping for a beginning of days to come
And perhaps the promise of years under stars
Stars that twinkle and hold testimony to time
That burn bright and appear so warm,
Despite the cold, crisp distance;
Like the distance between strangers
Or friends that never smile.